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glanced at his companion. “Amanda, nice to see you. I thought you no longer worked for us.”
     
    “She doesn’t,” Logan answered. “She’s my nanny now.”
     
    “For you or the kids?” Melissa chuckled as the words came out.
     
    “Well, we are going to get to our table and get some lunch. Busy day,” Logan smiled and gave a nod to the detective before he walked off.
     
    “Still a piece of shit,” Larsen stated and Melissa laughed.
     
    “Detective, thank you so much.” She reached across the table to shake his hand. “You have been extremely helpful.”
     
    “Get these guns off my streets. That’s all the thanks I need.”
     
    “That’s my plan,” she stood and said her goodbyes. Before leaving the diner, she made a pitstop at Logan’s table.
     
    “Why did we blow this off a month or so ago?” she asked honestly.
     
    “We have our limits, Fuller,” Logan answered. “Everyone has their limits. Cross them and you could be risking lives, including your own.” With that he winked at her and turned back towards his nanny. “Have a great day.”
     
    Fuller was barely in the car when she pulled out her phone. Her hope was that the number she had was still active and that there would be an answer.
     
    When she heard the voice on the other of the line, a sigh of relief flooded her.
     
    “We need to talk,” she went straight to her point. “I need your help. It’s urgent and it’s important.”
     
    She jotted down the address and time she was given and decided this would be a great minute to stop by the office and pick up a few things.
     

CHAPTER 6
     
    Andy Wallaby had been a field agent for the majority of his adult life. He was good at what he did. He was honest, loyal and only wanted to keep the world safe for the children he’d never have.
     
    Most people thought him odd. He preferred working to most of the social activities that others tended to enjoy. At barely over thirty he could count the times he’d been out to the bars on one hand and still have fingers left. He didn’t really date, but that was more because women tended to pass him by.
     
    There wasn’t much in his life beyond the office, the cases they were assigned and the results being what he’d hoped for. He put everything he had into his job and usually he gained what he needed from it.
     
    When he’d come back to the mike that night and realized she was gone, it had nearly killed him. It had been his job to keep tabs on her—keep her alive. Not hearing her voice had made him face the fact that he might have failed.
     
    He’d screamed at Logan. It was, after all, his boss that had forced him to leave his position for a moment. Wallaby was the technical genius of the crew. He knew his way around alarms, computers and virtually anything that ran through electricity. That’s why he was often the one left behind to tend to that end of the spectrum. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be the one climbing through tunnels, but it just wasn’t what he was made of. He had accepted that.
     
    He’d never liked guys like Logan. And he’d worked with a fuckload of them. They were pompous. They were arrogant. They were out for the glory. Mostly, they didn’t accept him. But he lived with it so that he could do what he loved to do.
     
    Still, in any life or death situation he would freely have put his trust into any of his colleagues. He’d have been on the line and trusted them to get him out. That was the kind of bond that existed between agents that worked together. Even Logan.
     
    Then Fuller went missing, and he watched all of them do nothing. Yes, they discussed it. They tried to come up with a plan. But Logan shot down any potential ideas. Andy realized that he couldn’t trust them like that. They wouldn’t be there. That scared him.
     
    Andy was happy when Logan sent him on an investigation. He’d never really worked outside the office. But gathering information was something he could tackle. It made