Semua Bab Aegis Group Task Force: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Thursday. Hotel. London, United Kingdom.IT WASN'T FIVE YET, but Miles couldn't wait any longer.Diha hadn't replied to his texts all afternoon. The last he'd heard from her was when he walked her to her room and made her promise to not open the door for anyone she didn't know. She'd huffed at him, but he'd left her with a smile on her face after kissing her. He'd wanted to do more, maybe make use of the bed, but she'd been focused on work and he didn't want to pull her away from that. Not even to satisfy himself.No, it would be better after when they'd caught this asshole. Then he could focus on the real prize.Diha.He wasn't sure when or how the shift had come on him, it just had. For months, maybe for the last year, he'd been searching for something without knowing what it was. And then he'd seen her and everything clicked into place.His job gave him purpose, but that wasn't all there was to life. He'd known that from listening to his grandparents, but it wasn't un

Thursday. Hotel. London, United Kingdom.DIHA TRIED TO WRESTLE her mind back to the task at hand, but all she wanted to think about was Miles. The way he'd looked at her. The feel of his hand wrapped around hers. That desire to kiss him.She'd pushed him out of her mind and managed to lose herself in work, but now he was right there at the forefront of her thoughts.Why did men have to be so distracting?"Where's my phone?" Diha asked as the door shut behind her. She couldn't allow herself to be sidetracked. Not now."Here." Cat picked the phone up from the dresser and handed it to her."Yes?" Diha said.The room door clicked shut behind her.Zora launched into the meat of the matter, no greeting necessary. "I just got word that a body was found at a location where Brighton police once busted up some sort of hacking ring.""Oh, that sounds..."Promising? Suspicious?"I got one of the officers to send me a picture of the body, but it's going to take a while to f

Thursday. Crime Scene. Brighton, United Kingdom.THE SOUND OF MILES' feet crunching dead leaves as he slowly paced the length of the building was not a good sign.This was not an area of town where people were likely to see or hear anything. After listening to Detective Davies account of the crime scene after his arrival, it was a wonder it had been reported at all. If it weren't for the delivery boy who'd found all the blood, Miles had to wonder if they'd known about the murder.The forensics team was still there going over the place, but Miles wanted to have a look around before he headed inside.The building was older and had been sold a number of times over the last ten years. It wasn't a large property. The storefront down below had been vacant for close to six months, a testament to how quiet this area was. According to Zora, the shop had at one time been an internet café, which was when it had also served as the base for some rudimentary hacking scams.Now the windo

"Don't say that," Diha blurted. "I-I'm not ready for you or I to say something like that." Truth was, he didn't have to finish the statement. The way Miles looked at her right now was enough to tell her that he'd move mountains.He pressed a gentle kiss to her fingers then pulled her hand down, holding it in his. "How do I fix this if I can't tell you what I'd give up to make it work?""This is a lot, Miles. It's a lot and I don't know if I can do this and what I'm supposed to.""Hey?" He slid his fingers into her hair, tugging gently. "Nothing has to be decided now. All I'm asking for is a chance.""And that chance scares me. What if... What if you change your mind and I don't?" She tripped over her words. Closing her eyes, she drew in a breath and spoke. It was only a tiny bit easier without him looking at her. "I don't think I can do that. I'm not... I mean..."He let go of her hand and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "Have you ever gone shopping for a r

Friday. Bed and Breakfast. Brighton, United Kingdom.MILES BALANCED THE TRAY of food on his palm. He hadn't been a waiter since he was a teenager, earning extra cash over the summer. He didn't recall it being this hard to keep everything from sliding around.He managed to open the cottage door and stepped inside.Diha sat up in bed, blinking at him with a frown curving her mouth."It's nine," she said."It is. I grabbed the last breakfast. Good morning."He strode across the cottage and set the bountiful meal down at the small table in front of the sofa. He didn't trust the cups and plates to stay where they should with all the sliding around they'd done, so the bed was out. The small table was covered with Diha's work, so that was out, too. And he didn't feel like standing at the island cart to eat.Despite how exhausted Diha had been and how quickly she'd fallen asleep, Miles had woken up maybe two hours later to the sound of soft clacking. He'd reached for Diha and