Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

or anything else, really. Just a fact. That alone intrigued Cameron. The more Cameron got to know Ty, the more he realized that the guy seemed to have absolutely no shame.
    “So you met him at a restaurant,” Ty said almost to himself.
    Cameron nodded. “Tuesdays is a very nice restaurant.”
    “Tuesdays,” Ty repeated. He mulled over the name for a while and then nodded. “I can see why that name would draw a man like that. Wait, wait, let me guess,” he said in amusement as he held out his hand to Cameron. “Man that named it was a friend of his.”
    “What makes you say that?” Cameron asked in shock, his hand straying to rub at his throat, where the necklace Julian had given him used to hang before it was lost. He still missed its reassuring weight, if not the symbolism of it.
    “European criminals. They love their mythology. Tuesday was Mars, the god of war. That restaurant is like a beacon to anyone wanting to deal.”
    Cameron almost laughed. He’d had to Google the information when neither Julian nor Blake would tell him. “You know more than I did.”
    “Well, that’s what a federal agent does when he’s not watching other people,” Ty told him with a smirk.
    “Read up on European mythology?”
    “That too.”
    Cameron shook his head, amused that he was constantly being surprised by both Ty and Zane. They were anything but what they appeared on the surface.
    Ty didn’t speak again. He didn’t even move, not a twitch of a muscle or bat of an eye. Cameron frowned and tipped his head, then tried to follow Ty’s line of sight. But it didn’t seem that he was looking at anything but the blank terminal walls over by the restrooms. Cameron sat back and took another bite of sandwich, turning his chin to offer Julian a smile as he joined them at the tiny table.
    For once Ty didn’t have anything snappy or clever to say to Julian. He was still sitting stock-still, now staring at the food counter where Julian had been standing.
    Julian sat fluidly next to Cameron and handed him his lemonade. He glanced at the agent in mild surprise when he wasn’t greeted with at least a derisive grunt, and Cameron saw him do a double take when he looked at Ty.
    Cameron looked from Julian to Ty and back. “What?”
    Ty inhaled deeply and turned to look at them. He shifted his shoulders so that he was facing Julian directly, and he met Julian’s eyes with a look so grim that it almost scared Cameron. “To my five thirty,” Ty said to Julian, almost under his breath. “What do you see?”
    Julian’s black eyes carefully drifted to gaze over Ty’s right shoulder. Outwardly he didn’t change, he still looked relaxed and somber, but Cameron could almost feel the alteration come over the table when Julian spotted whatever Ty had pointed out to him.
    They met each other’s gaze again and sat staring at each other across the table.
    Cameron cleared his throat. “What is it?” he whispered.
    When Julian looked at him, there was a hint of apprehension in his lover’s eyes. That alone terrified Cameron, and he had to try to swallow twice to get the last bite of his sandwich down.
    Ty cleared his throat and stood. “Come on,” he prompted as he slid one arm into his jacket and used the motion to glance over his shoulder.
    “What about Zane?” Cameron asked as he stood, abandoning his pretzel and drink on the table. They left the tray of barely touched food.
    “Take your things,” Julian said under his breath. He held his cup in his hand, looking down as he stirred it with his straw.
    “Zane should be okay, we’ll circle back for him if we can,” Ty answered as he led them out of the café’s sitting area and into the crowded concourse. After Cameron shouldered his bag, Julian took Cameron’s hand and followed, not even hinting that he might try to escape while Ty was distracted.
    Cameron tried to ignore the tension and dread curling in his gut. If he wasn’t safe with Julian and Ty, he wouldn’t be safe anywhere. But it wasn’t himself he worried for. He caught himself before he could glance behind them to check for Zane. Soon he’d be coming out to find them gone.
    When Cameron gave in and turned his chin, he saw a man in a dark suit step away from a magazine rack and begin making his way after them. Another man moved out of the alcove of a service door, and yet another got up from a table at a deli further down the causeway.
    “Julian,” Cameron whispered.
    “I know, love,” Julian