“Be proud, West. I think you got him.”
Others might have dollar signs in their eyes right now, imagining the book or TV talk show deal they might score for being the agent who cracked open the Heartbreaker case. Not me, though. I just wanted the satisfaction of catching him and finding out what the hell this secret organization he was going after actually was. Moreover, I wanted to get Celeste Riley home safe and sound. Provided she was still alive, that is.
“I guess we should tell Foley,” I said.
“Fuck Foley.”
My brows shot up. “Sir?”
Dwyer snorted, and his forehead crinkled in an exasperated look. “You’ve done such good work here, West. You wouldn’t have found this guy if you hadn’t been so doggedly searching for Celeste Riley, which Foley demanded you stop doing. And we both know he’ll try and take all the glory for this, shady old bastard that he is.”
I nodded. “True.”
He tapped the side of his head with one finger. “I have an idea. You go and sit tight at your desk. Don’t breathe a word to anyone about this yet; we don’t want it getting back to Foley from any of his loyal minions. I’ll spend the next few hours assembling a team of our own, and we’ll start checking out Magnusson’s properties. If you’re right, and we get our guy, Foley will just have to suck it up and save his gloating bullshit for another case.”
I chuckled. “Yes, sir.”
I stood and turned to leave, but Dwyer spoke up again. “Oh, West?”
I turned back to him. “Yes?”
He smiled and winked. “Call your wife and tell her you won’t be coming home tonight. We might actually have the Heartbreaker in our sights, so it’s gonna be a long fucking day.…”