Warnings: mentions of manipulation, mention of divorce, mentions of dark Bryan Mills and cursing.
“You had better hope that your friend remembers enough of her past to be able to keep Bryan Mills away from you.”
Sergeant Olivia Benson stared down the Interpol agent. In her opinion, Jim Sterling was a master manipulator and she regretted that their paths had ever crossed. Strangely though, the man appeared to harbour a degree of affection for you if the worried lines on his face were anything to go by.
“How the hell did we attract his attention?” Sonny inquired.
“More importantly,” Rafael added. “How can we refocus his attention so that he’s not targeting us or (Name)?”
Sterling dragged a hand down his face, “This isn’t a court room and you can’t treat this situation as if you’re in one. Bryan Mills isn’t the type of man who can be distracted. Even if you had the power to move heaven and earth, it wouldn’t slow him down.”
“There has to be something that we can do!” Olivia exploded. “Our friend is out there alone with an ex CIA and special forces agent on her tail.”
The British man closed his eyes, “Both of them have gone so far underground that the only way we’ll see or hear anything is if they purposely poke their heads up. I don’t have much faith that they’ll do that; they are too well trained.”
“How the hell did we attract his attention?” Sonny repeated his question with a forceful tone.
“He’s been watching you ever since you put Nevada Ramirez away.”
“And you’ve known for how long?”
“Don’t put this on me!” Sterling snarled. “Your best lead would be to interrogate Buchanan. He was Ramirez’s lawyer.”
Rafael snorted disbelievingly, “That’s your advice?!” He scoffed, “Buchanan won’t reveal anything. He’ll claim client confidentiality and by the time we get a court order, (Name) could be in even more danger because Bryan’s caught up to her and there’s no way we’d know.”
“Then I’d suggest working on that court order now,” Sterling snapped.
Olivia’s brown gaze met Rafael’s green one and the ADA left the office, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he went.
“Time for me to go.” The Interpol agent stated and he made to leave the office.
“Be honest. How much danger is (Name) in?”
Sterling paused with his hand on the doorknob, “She’s in quite a bit of danger, even with her particular set of skills.” He admitted quietly. “Mills hasn’t been the same since he and his wife divorced and she took his daughter to the other side of the world.”
