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“Who did they arrest?” I ask.

King tosses his keys in the air and looks happier than I’ve seen him in days unless we’re having sex. “None other than the enigma, Anderson Marshall. Whoever the hell he is, him being in custody has sent your brother into a tailspin.”

I want to correct King that Dex is my half-brother, but now isn’t the time.

He leans down to press his lips to mine. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

Like I could go anywhere. I haven’t stepped foot in my car since King moved himself into my apartment.

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“You work at The Pink for Dex Carter,” Micah says. “What do you do there?”

Anderson glances at his attorney who gives him the go-ahead chin lift that it’s okay to answer.

“I work at The Pink,” Anderson repeats, but leaves out any part about Dex Carter. “I work in operations.”

Micah’s only move is to tap the tip of his pen on the table as he stares at the man who’s had a big fat question mark under his picture since I started this investigation.

“The Pink isn’t exactly Microsoft.” Fucking Micah. He’ll throw his sarcasm around at anyone. “What exactly does one do in operations for The Pink?”

Anderson offers a cool shrug and adjusts his glasses. “I’m not good with people. I work behind the scenes.”

“Maybe your skills with words are as lacking as they are when it comes to humans. Let me specify—what do you do behind thescenes? Exactly.”

“Tech.”

“Tech,” Micah echoes.

Anderson looks at his attorney who gives another dumbass nod.

“Yes,” Anderson firms.

“This fucking guy,” I mutter as Tim and I watch through the one-way window. “There’s something about him. He’s different from anyone else I’ve come into contact with from the cartel.”

“He’s smug as fuck,” Tim says and crosses his arms. “They got him on a warrant for an unpaid parking ticket from four years ago. The fact he’s worked for Carter this long and this is his first official run in with the law says something. Even Randall Becerra gets picked up for something at least every six months.”

I get a text and pull my phone from my pocket. “Looks like the good stuff is finally happening on the wire. What is it about Anderson Marshall being arrested that finally gets everyone talking?”

“What are they saying?”

“I’m not sure yet. All I know is the chatter is nonstop. They haven’t sent a transcript yet.”

“If they’re finally talking because Marshall is out of the loop, let’s get Miami PD to hold him the maximum amount of time. If this guy is important enough to send Carter and those closest to him into a frenzy, then we need to maximize that.” Tim pulls out his cell and shoots off a text. “I told Micah to drag it out. Let’s get you out of here so no one recognizes you. The last thing I need on my conscience is to really give anyone a reason to jump you. If they find out you’re a narc, they won’t stop.”

I watch Micah smirk when he reads the text from Tim. Yeah, he’ll probably have too much fun wasting their time.

“Let’s go.” I turn for the door. “I can’t wait another minute to listen to those wires.”

Goldie

The ladies tooktheir kids and went home a while ago. The little ones needed to get to bed.

I told Brax he was more than welcome to go with Landyn. I could lock myself up and be just fine, which is the truth. King made sure no one was following us. The last thing he wants is to lead the cartel to the house that’s now his home.

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