She thought about it, tugging the dog closer. “We’re a good team, and we’re making a difference. I like everyone.” She pressed her lips together and then forced out the words. “It’s the first time in forever that I feel like I’m home.”

“Did you sleep with Raider?”

Heat circled into her face. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” She’d pretty much opened herself up to him, and he was still giving her a hard time. Enough was enough. “You have to believe me. I wouldn’t hurt the team.”

“I don’t believe a word you say.” He rocked back on his heels and quickly regained his balance, his face still hard.

She didn’t say a word. Nope. Not one word about what a stubborn jackass he was being. And his words cut deeper than she would’ve expected. But she held his gaze.

“Raider said something about coercion,” Force snapped.

“Yes,” she sighed. “They scared me with treason and Guantanamo and all of that, and I signed an agreement basically saying I’d work for the HDD without an end time, and that they could send me back at any time if I didn’t follow directions.” Which, frankly, she might have violated by not reporting everything Angus had just asked about. “Rutherford likes to threaten, but Fields is okay.”

Angus studied her for several moments, making her feel like a fruit fly on a slide. “I’m a good profiler, and I didn’t see that you were a mole. I mean, I thought I got you released and not that you were a plant.”

“I’m sorry.” She tried to hold his gaze, but it was difficult. The elevator dinged in the other room. “That should be the USB. Do I still have a job or not?”

Nari knocked and poked her head in. “We have a problem.”

“Great.” Angus limped around the desk and followed her into the bullpen. “Brigid, your job is temporary. You’re almost out of here.”

Brigid patted Roscoe and did the same, halting at seeing Rutherford and Fields. Her chest ached. Agent Rutherford had bruises along his neck from having been choked out, in addition to a swollen nose and two black eyes.

“What’s going on?” Angus snarled.

Rutherford smiled. “You’ve been running too many unsanctioned ops, and we’re here to pull you back. You are now officially off the Eddie Coonan case. Recall your team members.”

Brigid’s lungs seized. Called off the case? Why?

Angus stared down both men. Fields looked off to the side, his mouth turned down. Rutherford, the prep-school asshole, met his gaze with triumph. “Who got to HDD?” Angus snapped.

“Watch yourself, Force,” Rutherford warned.

Angus set his stance like one of those cowboys in an old Western. “Off the case, huh? Just who exactly has the juice to pull us off like this?”