Two
"You look like a man with a great deal on his mind."
Myles turned from the conference room window to find Dimitrius leaning against the table. "Apparently, since I didn't even hear you come in." He sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair. "I want this guy, D. I want to personally slap the cuffs on him and drag him back to prison. But at the same time, I have to wonder if I'm being played for a fool, or worse."
"You think it's possible Jones was our 'anonymous tip.'" The older man crossed his arms over his chest and waited, knowing it was better for his friend to work through his thoughts out loud.
"All too possible," Myles replied, sinking into one of the leather chairs. "And if that's the case, then this is a trap. I know we only arrested him on theft and treason, but you didn't see him around Tara. Even though he backed off when we 'established our relationship,' I could still see something in his eyes. And he had no qualms about shooting me in the head and dumping me out in Camden harbor. If he were to get hold of one or the other of us, or both…" His eyes flared with certain knowledge of the tack Jones would take. Then he gave his friend a sidelong glance. "And you know Tara's not going to just stay in the van for this one."
D smiled. "You're the one who let her 'spread her wings' a year ago. Just watch her back. Go ahead and try to talk her out of it, but be prepared for a fight. We're ready to head out, by the way."