“Yes. I’ve been working for the agency for five years, and we’ve done some good.” There was still so much more to do.

“How’d you end up here?” He didn’t move, although all the color had leached out of his rugged face.

She had to physically bite her tongue to keep from suggesting he sit. He’d probably snap her head off if she even tried. “Agent Rutherford came to me and gave me a cover ID. He didn’t tell me why, just told me to watch you and the other members of the team and report back.” She cleared her throat. “There hasn’t been much to report. We’ve worked hard.”

Angus’s head lifted. “Have you told them about Roscoe’s drinking problem?”

She frowned. “No. Of course not.” That was irrelevant.

“What about Wolfe keeping a kitten in his pocket most of the time?”

She shook her head. “No. That has nothing to do with the team.” Why was he asking such odd questions?

“What about Nari going on different dates and spending way too much money on shoes?” Angus growled.

Okay. “No. Those are things that friends know about each other. They have nothing to do with a unit or work.” She wasn’t here to betray anybody.

Angus’s nostrils flared. “How about Malcolm? Have you said he balances his time between here and home and works from home a lot to be with Pippa?”

“No.” Who the heck cared? “A lot of people telecommute these days.” The stubborn male was going to fall down if he didn’t sit, but she didn’t say a word. A whine sounded, and then a scratch, and the door opened. Roscoe padded in, looked around, and moved to sit by her side, watching Angus.

Angus didn’t twitch. “What about me, Brigid? What have you told those bastards about me?”

The words held meaning to him. She could tell. “Just that you work hard and keep a good balance between the Lassiter case and whatever other case we’re working on.” She leaned in. “I haven’t said anything about how grumpy you get about Nari or how you two circle each other.” Though what was the deal there, anyway?

His jaw ticked. “What about my drinking?”

“You all drink. It’s social and personal and has nothing to do with the job.” He was listing the oddities or perceived weaknesses that could hurt the team. “I don’t want to do anything to harm anybody here, Angus.” She absently patted Roscoe’s head, looking for comfort. “Everything I reported back is also in the official reports. I don’t want to leave. I like it here.” Her voice broke on the last.

“Why?” His voice did not break.