Nari perked up and slid the glasses up her forehead. “Hey. How about we go grab dinner? Raider and Wolfe aren’t in play for a couple of hours, and we could use a break. There’s a sports bar and restaurant just five miles down the road.”

“Sounds good.” Dana shoved the copy of the journal away from her. She grinned. “No government unit has ever trusted me, or any reporter, this much.”

Brigid snorted. “We’re not your average governmental unit.”

“That’s the truth.” Nari laughed. “Hey. Why don’t we pretend, just for two hours, that we’re not in a unit? We can’t get anything accomplished until Raider goes in, so let’s just take a couple of hours off.”

The idea sounded lovely, but Brigid couldn’t get rid of the empty feeling in her stomach about Raider. Yet she did need dinner. “You sure you’re not mad at me?”

“Nope. I totally get it,” Nari murmured.

Well, that was fair. Brigid relaxed a fraction. “Why don’t we call Pippa and see if she wants to join us? Girls’ night out. Well, girls’ two hours out.”

“Good idea,” Nari said. “That way Malcolm can go check on Angus. The stubborn ass finally went home an hour ago when the doctor gave him the choice of home or another ambulance. Can you believe him?” She slipped into a light-colored leather jacket and clip-clopped from the room.

Dana grinned. “Maybe there can be girl talk. What is going on between those two, anyway?”

Brigid rubbed her chin. “I’m not sure. Either they truly don’t like each other, which is possible, or sexual attraction is making them crazy. I can’t decide.” She stood and headed for the door. “I’ll drive because I won’t drink anything. I’m tired, and I need to be as clearheaded as possible the second Raider gets the additional information.” Because he would. He had to succeed and live through this.

“Excellent. I could use a glass of wine,” Dana said, her blond hair up in a ponytail as she worked.

Wine might help, since Brigid planned to grill the reporter, just a mite, about Wolfe.

“Pippa is in,” Nari said, shutting off the light in her office. “Malcolm will drop her off and then take dinner to Angus and make sure he’s still alive. Win-win.”

Brigid smiled, but a part of her wanted to curl up in a chair and sleep for an hour. Or just sit there and worry about Raider. They had so much to talk about, and she hated the plan for the night. But what other choice did they have? Being one of the good guys kind of sucked sometimes, especially when most of the other good guys thought she was a bad guy.