“Yeah,” he said, looking at me like I’d gone crazy.
“Are you stupid?!”
“What are you so pissed at? You knew we were going in there to do some damage.”
“Not this. Not damage that’ll launch an entire investigation.”
“What are you—”
“I’m on their cameras!” I cried out.
Taken aback, Tray abruptly shut his mouth.
“I’m on their cameras. I mean they didn’t get my face, but they might recognize my handiwork.”
“You’re on their cameras?” he whispered in disbelief.
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you get to those?”
“There was no way. I couldn’t take on three guards.”
“We destroyed the video surveillance.”
“Did you destroy it during the time I was there?”
Tray frowned, thinking.
“No,” I cut in, “because you probably didn’t think about it. I’m guessing you cut the surveillance that just showed you guys entering the building. Am I right?”
“Yeah,” he said reluctantly.
“Yeah.”
“Oh…fuck.”
“Yeah,” I said tightly.
“Taryn,” he began.
“Don’t.” I shot my hand up. “Just don’t. Anything you say right now won’t help.”
“We fucked up.”
“We?” I glared up at him.
“I fucked up.”
“I knew you were going to do some damage, I mean—I knew it. But I didn’t know you were going to do enough damage where the cops are going to get called in. I didn’t know…I didn’t think you’d go that far.”
“I wouldn’t have told you anyway.” He sighed.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” I knew what I would have to do now, but holy hell, I did not want to do it. “Shit!” Catching a look of disgust on a woman, I shook my head and climbed back inside his SUV.
Tray took another moment before he reluctantly climbed in beside me.
He didn’t start the engine, but instead looked at me.