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“Okay,” she said. “But what does that have to do with me?”
A beat of silence passed before Garza said, “Apparently, the guard tried to use what he knew to intimidate the robbers. He told them we have a witness from the vault who saw the smaller robber’s eyes, and that we think she may be a woman.”
Roman connected the dots, and fuck.Fuck. “And that witness could only be one person.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, covering her mouth with one hand. “They know who I am. They know my name. Isthatwhy you want me to come to the precinct? You think I’m in danger?”
The thought threatened to let Roman’s adrenaline take over, but no. No. He could control this. He could protect her.
“Camila, this is going to be okay,” he said, cupping her face and meeting her frightened stare with one he made sure to infuse with certainty. These robbers were calculated. Smart. Too smart to come after her when they knew the cops would quickly discover what they now knew about the case. “I’m right here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“We don’t think there’s an immediate threat,” Garza said. “If we did, I’d be on my way to you right now. This is entirely precautionary.” He hitched. “Look, I know you think I’m overprotective of you, and maybe I am. But you’re my sister. Could you please just humor me,mija, and come down to the Thirty-Third for a couple of hours? At least until we can verify that these guys won’t be dumb enough to try and hurt you.”
Thankfully, she didn’t argue. “Fine. But I want a full update when I get there.”
Garza gave up a non-committal grunt. “I’ll send a patrol car to come get you.”
“No,” Roman said, unflinching. “I’ll take her. I want that update, too.”
A beat passed, during which Roman was certain the guy would argue—which was fine, because Roman was fully prepared to call Calloway and say enough was enough. This crew needed to be stopped.
But Garza just muttered a curse in Spanish. “Fine. I don’t have time to argue with you. But you’ll have to deal with Sinclair if you want any updates. I’ll meet you at the precinct in thirty.”
Roman nodded. “You can count on it.”
He was going to keep Camila safe. No matter what.
15
Camila ended the call with her brother and blew out a breath. Her nerves had sprung into action the second Matteo had told her there had been another robbery, and she wasn’t even going to lie—the fact that these guys knew the Intelligence Unit was onto them because of information she’d given them wasn’t exactly taking her to her happy place. She’d been tempted to panic at the news, especially when Matteo had told her to go to the precinct. But then Roman had been there, steady and strong, cradling her face with his hands and promising her that everything would be okay, and once again, she’d been able to breathe.
He had her back. And when he said everything would be okay, despite the potential for danger, Camila believed him.
Sliding her phone into her back pocket, she closed her laptop and looked at Roman. “Well,that’snot exactly the date I had in mind.”
“I don’t normally tend to agree with your brother,” Roman said, tilting his head. “But in this case, playing it safe is just smart. Anyway”—his smile sent heat curling down her spine—“we’re getting really good at unconventional dates. Why stop now?”
Camila’s soft laugh lasted for less than a second before her thoughts jumped back to her call with Matteo. “I can’t believe these guys robbed another bank,” she said, heading to her hall closet to grab her favorite denim jacket and her purse.
Roman’s expression shifted, mostly serious, with something—whatwasthat?—underneath that she couldn’t quite label. “They’re definitely dangerous. But now that they know Intelligence has credible leads, they might just head out of town to avoid the heat.”
The thought hadn’t occurred to her, and even though she was tempted to let it soothe her, it didn’t. “But then we might never catch them.”
“We?” Roman’s dark brows lifted, and Camila grabbed her keys from the hook where she kept them by the door.
“I think it’s safe to say that even though you and I aren’t officially working this case, we’re pretty freaking invested in taking these robbers down. Plus, solidarity, remember? We’re a team.”
“We are a team,” he agreed. Gesturing to the door, he asked, “Are you ready?”
“Rain check on the normal-people date?”
Roman leaned in to press a kiss to her temple, and God, how could one simple gesture make her feel so safe? “Deal.”
Opening the door, she let Roman lead the way into the hall before crossing the threshold herself, locking up tight behind her. It didn’t escape her notice that Roman was on higher alert than usual, his light brown eyes sharply scanning the corridor in both directions. Camila let out a breath of relief to find it empty, and she shook off her nerves. This was just a precaution. Her brother had said so, and anyway, Roman was right here beside her. She was perfectly fine. They might even make it out of there in time to salvage their date.
She headed toward the elevator, determined to get some answers. It dinged from down the hall, the doors trundling open, and oh, good, if they hurried, maybe they could catch it.
Camila quickened her pace. “Hold the elevator, please,” she called out.