Touch of Red (Tracers #12)(99)

“Yo, Erik.”

He turned to see Tony Lopez jogging up the trail. In a black T-shirt and tactical pants, he was dressed just like Erik, only he wasn’t sporting a layer of dirt and soot.

“The chief wants you in his office,” Tony said.

“Now?”

“Yeah, ASAP.”

Erik’s gaze narrowed. “This have to do with the Five Series that just pulled up?”

“You got it.”

“Know who they are?”

He smiled. “I hear they’re a couple hotshots from Dallas.”

“Shit.”

“Think they’re attorneys,” he added.

“Shit.”

Tony grinned and slapped him on the shoulder. “Better you than me, bro.”