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He nods and disappears around the corner while I head back to the front door and cautiously make my way inside. If there were more people than we thought here, then they’d need the key’s to unlock the van and put them inside, so that they’re secure and can’t cause us anymore problems, but we can’t leave it unlocked which is why I sent Cash with the keys to find Trick.

The inside of the house is trashed; there’s broken furniture, food wrappers, drug paraphernalia, and crates of drugs stacked everywhere. I pull out my phone and film the crates as well as what’s inside them so we have proof that they have drugs in them. Fortunately, the mess everywhere means that there are plenty of places to hide. Although, I want to go straight to find Jensen, and I’m assuming that he’s not likely to be upstairs, I do need to check all of the rooms on this side of the house to make sure that the guys that Cash and I have in the van are the only ones here, and that the house is empty apart from us, Boyd and Jensen.

Strangely enough, as I move through the rooms, I don’t see any more cameras, which means that they only have them on the outside, which is strange considering that there is such a large operation going on here. I quickly clear the rooms on this side of the house and the upstairs, finding no people but plenty of trash everywhere. Making my way back to the hallway that I started in, I slowly make my way further into the house, heading toward the back.

It's not long before I hear voices, and I carefully and slowly open the door; sure enough, I can see Jensen tied to a chair, his face bloody since he’s taken a few hits, and Boyd pacing in front of him. Jensen spots me immediately and winks at me, his eyes looking amused for some fucking reason.

Shaking my head, I carefully study the room, realizing that they’re in the kitchen and in the left part where a dining table would typically be. I am sure that Trick and the guys are in position and filming, I hope they are because although I can film audio, which I pull out my phone to do, I won't be able to film his face because I can’t get Jensen’s face on camera.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Trick

We’ve got a good view of Boyd and, thankfully, the back of Jensen’s head. Boyd has the window open which also means that we’ve got good audio too, he’s so far gone that he hasn’t noticed us here. Not that we’re being overly obvious but if he really checked he would be able to see the camera pointed in his direction.

Jensen is doing a good job, as he always does, and has gotten a lot of information out of him by either insulting him or playing up to his ego. It’s a fine line to walk, and Jensen is walking it perfectly. I have to admit that I hate it every time Boyd strikesJensen, and even more so because he’s also been waving around a knife for the majority of this interaction. Although he has yet to use it, I’m starting to get worried that Jensen is going to push him too far, and he’s going to.

Especially since he’s said several times that he’s going to have to kill Jensen, he is so obviously high, that I have no doubt that he probably will do what he’s been threatening, and that the only reason that he hasn’t yet is because Jensen keeps distracting him.

Movement near the door catches my attention and I get a quick glimpse of Rafe before he shuts the door more leaving only a tiny gap, not that the gap was that big in the first place. If he’s there then it means that he’s cleared the rest of the house and dealt with any issues that have come up.

We only need one more piece of information in order to put the final nail in the coffin of this operation.

As he’s been doing this, Jensen’s voice comes out a lot deeper than it actually is, as he puts inflections on different points in the sentence and pretty much makes his voice unrecognizable.

We don’t have the equipment to be able to do it digitally, so we have to do it ourselves without making whoever we’re speaking to suspicious. If Boyd was sober, he’d know immediately that Jensen was changing his voice and question why, which would most likely lead to him realizing he’s being filmed.

But he’s not, so he hasn’t even noticed.

“Maybe I could get in on it?” Jensen suggests, “I mean, you’re working for Drake, right?”

Jensen manages to slip the name of Luc's dad into the conversation, which means depending on how Boyd answers, we could get verbal confirmation of whether he's involved or not. It's damn clever and quick thinking on Jensen's part.

Boyd frowns and shakes his head, looking confused, as he replies, “No, Gareth Brentwood.”

I grin, that was so much easier than it usually is; Boyd doesn’t even realize that he’s just told Jensen, who has been supplying him the drugs, and is behind this operation.

All of the fear in Jensen’s body immediately melts away, his tension leaving him as his shoulders straighten and I hear him chuckle. We don’t rush in there as soon as Boyd gives us the information we need. Jensen’s got this handled, and this is the bit he likes the most. I do stop filming though, we don’t need any more information than that, we have more than enough evidence to give to the police. Rafe will have filmed the crates of drugs and their contents, so there’s absolutely no doubt about what’s in them, and we’ll send that video to the cops as well.

We all watch as Jensen easily escapes his ties, shocking Boyd, who clearly still has some presence of mind about him because he starts slashing with the blade he has in his hand. Jensen dodges every swing and then practically dances around Boyd, jabbing him here and there and avoiding every single hit that Boyd tries to land.

I roll my eyes as we pull open the sliding back doors and step inside, “Jensen, stop playing.”

Jensen chuckles and then headbutts Boyd, knocking him out cold, “You know I owed him more than that.”

“Yes, but we don’t have time for that, and we let you play for a little bit,” Cash points.

Jensen sighs dramatically, but he’s grinning and bouncing on his toes; he’s wandering around the room as he listens to us talk, and clearly, there's a lot of energy still coursing through him.

“He’s right, dude; we don’t know if anyone else is about to turn up,” Luc adds.

He stops moving and replies, “Fine. Did you get all the information that you needed?”

I nod, “Yeah, we got everything. Rafe, did you film the crates and the contents.”

Rafe nods in confirmation, and then signs, “Yeah, and the house is cleared there’s no one else in here.”

I nod, “Good, let’s put Boyd in the van with the others so he can’t cause anymore trouble.”

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