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room.
    “She’s throwing the detective out. Apparently, he offended her daughter. Rone was summoned to do the honors.”
    Hank and Tyrese chuckled. “She won’t get in trouble will she?” Tyrese asked a moment later.
    Silas deliberately flashed his eyes at him. “With who? The human authorities?” he scoffed. “No, if anyone will get in trouble, it’ll be the detective. From what I understand, he’s new from out west. One of the boys on the force will teach him some manners.”
    “Hmmm…can you read him?” Tyrese asked. “Make sure he is who he appears. Seems stupid to walk into somebody’s house and deliberately bait them.”
    Impressed with the line of thinking, Silas had Tyrone bring the detective near the office so he could scan him. Silas’ scan wasn’t as good on humans, but he could get a decent amount of information. A moment later Silas had Rone escort the detective out. He sent a message through their link to Alpha Jayden in Maryland to make some inquiries while he waited for Rone to return to the office.
    “He’s angry, swears he will get an order and make us all come downtown to answer questions. According to him the Merriweathers have clout and will use it. Blah, blah,blah…” Tyrone said dryly as he re-took his seat. “Now, about this challenge, are you sure I can’t kill this guy? Because I don’t want him sniffing around later causing problems.”
    Silas wasn’t surprised at the level of confidence in the young pup. Both of the twins were tall, brawny, and were top notch fighters; few could beat either in a fair fight. Pity his mate couldn’t hear her son, perhaps she wouldn’t worry so much. “It’s not a death match, but as Alpha, you can ban him from the state.”
    That seemed to placate the young man. Silas turned to other pressing matters. “I don’t like having rebels this close to my litter. We will work out security rotations and I will scan every person who works on this property. I will take no chances with the lives of my mate or pups. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, Sir.” The men all answered as one.
    “I’ll scan Boggs. I cannot fathom sending anyone as inept as you described to do reconnaissance work. He may be a plant or have a bug implanted in him somewhere.”
    “That makes more sense,” Tyrone said, slowly drawing out his words. “That way they can listen to everything, possibly see things without setting foot on our territory. If he’s captured…” he shrugged. “They care nothing for him. No big deal.”
    “Like the game of chess, he’s just a pawn,” Tyrese said. “First in the line of fire and expendable.”
    “Can you scan him while he’s under or does Brad need to bring him out?” Hank asked.
    “I want him disoriented, that way he won’t shield. I don’t want to alert them that we have him and are accessing his memories.”
    “What if…what if there’s something more?” Tyrese said looking at him with a frown. “What if he’s locked and loaded?”
    Silas’ gut tightened at the implication. Had the rebels become that savvy? He wasn’t sure but didn’t want to chance it. “Internal explosives?”
    Tyrese nodded. “Could be, I mean think about it. Suicidal bombings are not that rare. He mentioned something about proving himself to the pack. What if this is his way to do that?”
    “But he’ll be dead and won’t know if he proved himself,” Tyrone said.
    “Suicide doesn’t make sense to me so I can’t answer that,” Tyrese said.
    “Didn’t you scan him?” Tyrone asked.
    “Just a hand held scan at the condo. It didn’t go off,” Tyrese said. “It’d be just my fucking luck the bastard’s loaded and the scanners didn’t pick it up. That’s a whole ‘nother set of problems.”
    “Most def,” Tyrone said morosely.
    As long as it was a possibility Silas would treat it as such. He contacted Brad through their link. “ Is there a way to move Boggs to the bomb shelter in the basement?”
    “ Yes, Sir. I can do that

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