Her hair swung to the side as she quickly whipped her head to face the agent holding her arm. “I’m ready.”
None of the agents moved.
“Ginny, come here.”
“Just a minute,” Agent Flores finally spoke up. “Miss Bellamy is in our custody.”
“Come. Here. Ginny.”
Frightened by his tone, Ginny tried to shake off the restraining hands and step toward Gavin, but they tightened their grips, refusing to relinquish control.
“Let go of my wife!” Gavin’s loud voice drew several curious eyes in the airport, then dropped into a lethal growl. “Now.”
Two pairs of hands dropped.
Ginny took a faltering step forward, as Gavin tugged her into his side. Staring up at him with her mouth gaping open, she managed to stutter out, “Uh … what are you doing here?”
With furious eyes, he stared down at her, silently communicating to be quiet.
Ginny was wise enough to know when to keep her mouth shut. She felt as if she was knocking on death’s door, and if she wasn’t extremely careful, it would be answered.
Satisfied his message had been received, Gavin raised his head to face to the FBI agents. “Who’s in charge?” he asked authoritatively.
“Senior Agent Collins.” Agent Flores looked as if he would rather jump off a cliff than make the admission.
“My name is Gavin James. And you are?”
“I know who you are … I am Agent Flores.”
Gavin dismissed the young agent as if he was an irritating fly. “Which one of you is Collins?”
“He’s in the restroom. He became airsick during the flight,” Agent Garcia reluctantly admitted.
“Then I guess we’re waiting for him before going on to Sherguevil Island,” Gavin said firmly.
“How did you …? You’re not going.” Agent Flores shook his head.
“Are you denying me the right to accompany my wife?” Gavin tilted his head, as if to make sure he was hearing Agent Flores correctly.
“Ye … No. I mean, yes.”
Ginny had to bite her lip to keep herself from bursting into nervous laughter at the agent’s confusion.
“My wife is not leaving this airport without me at her side. Isn’t that right, wife?”
Ginny’s amusement vanished as she nodded her head, too scared not to.
“Miss Bellamy isn’t married.”
“We were keeping it a secret, on a need to know basis. The FBI didn’t need to know before. Now you do.”
“You can take it up with my superior.” Agent Flores’s voice found firmer ground.
Gavin eyed him disdainfully. “Which is what I just said.”
“Oh … right.”
Ginny would have had some sympathy for the agent, but she was too busy being concerned for her own welfare. Waves of fury were rolling off Gavin, as if he was carefully holding himself in check. She was regretting not telling him this morning about the deal she made with the FBI.
Gavin turned his back on the agents, propelling her toward a cluster of chairs in the middle of the room, making sure to keep a distance from other passengers waiting for their flights. Train moved to stand behind them, and Ginny saw Train whisper something in Gavin’s ear before going out the glass door to the airfield. Killyama’s husband was dressed in a tan flight suit that had several military insignias prominently displayed. She wasn’t able to take her eyes away from his authoritative stride until he disappeared out of sight.
“We are going back to the plane,” Agent Flores stated.
Ginny found herself pushed down farther on the plastic chair with Gavin’s arm placed snugly over her shoulders. Hammer took the other seat next to her, firmly blocking her in between the two large men.
The three agents stared at each other, as if perplexed at what to do.
Gavin stared at Agent Flores unsympathetically. “How long have you been on the force?”
“I have been in training for four months.”
Gavin appeared disgusted as he motioned at the other agents. “How about them?”
“The same time. We were in the same training class at Quantico.”
Ginny saw Gavin and Hammer share the same dark look before Gavin shot out another question. “How long has the agent in charge been on the force?”
“Agent Collins has served with the FBI for eighteen years. He’s due to retire after this assignment.”
“Well, isn’t that a fucking coincidence?” Gavin’s exasperation was evident.
The agents stiffened at Gavin’s insinuation.
“What does that mean?”
“You’re the FBI; you figure it out.”
“If you’re insinuating that Miss Bellamy will come under any harm with us assisting her on her journey to Clindale because of our lack of experience, then you’re mistaken. She is under our protection—”
“What did you do before joining the FBI?” Gavin interjected.
“I was an attorney.”
Ginny could tell from the flush rising in his cheeks Gavin’s eye language wasn’t complimentary.
“How about them?”
“I’m sure that Agent Flores is very good at his job—” Ginny broke off when Gavin’s laser-like glare settled on her. Lowering her eyes, she mumbled under her breath, “Never mind.”
“Agent Garcia was a network administrator. Agent Clark was a lab supervisor.”