It was easy to see why John and Jack were upset, but Myka was just as upset, especially when Pete told them what MacPherson had done. Cait was her cousin. They had grown up together, spending time hidden in the stacks at her father's bookshop, talking about what they wanted to do with their lives. Cait was the first person she had told about the tattoo. She was her friend, not just her cousin.
And there was no fucking way she was going to let anything happen to her or Fred, who was her friend too. The closest female friends she'd ever had.
When Artie arrived, Myka looked at him, taking several deep breaths when he told them they had to go back to the Warehouse. She knew he was right even if she wanted to just do something and help Jack and John find them.
But in the end, they headed back to the Warehouse. John looked like he was about to bounce off the walls as he paced the office.
"Should we call those people you know in England? Martha and Jack? The ones that gave us the information?" Myka asked him softly.
John raked his hand through his hair and nodded. "Yeah, I think so," he said before pulling out his phone.