Page 37 of Fury

Chapel smirked. Spoke to Fury. “Hope you feel better soon, bud.”

Davis shook his head. “Yeah, yeah.”

“What’s with all the smoke and mirrors?” Chapel sat on the bench.

“Had to be sure no one else had ears on this.” Davis kept an eye out. “Heard anything on the dark web about a hit on someone named Ansel Reinhardt recently?”

Chapel thought. “There’s been chatter. Why?”

“I’m staying with his daughter, and there was a break-in at her home as well as the lab she works at. Led me to believe her parents’ deaths might not have been the accident everyone seems to think it was.”

Arms folded, Chapel nodded. “That would track.”

“I don’t have the connections you do anymore. Thought you might be able to point me in the right direction.”

Fury watched a woman walk by with a yappy little dog. Didn’t even flinch when the mutt lost its mind. The woman apologized. Tugged the dog away as Davis and Chapel stared her down.

“We’ve got eyes on a few people,” Chapel said. “We’re working in cooperation with local authorities to bring down an arms dealer who has significant value to both sides. Only reason we’ve been allowed to operate in-country. And it’s . . . possible your guy is involved. We’d need to compare notes.”

“I have video of the break-in.” Davis brought up the footage. Handed over the phone.

Chapel watched in silence as waves continued crashing onto the beach. He paused the footage. “Can’t really see the guy’s face, but looks to me like it’s Braum Germaine. He’s in deep with the group we’re after. That the daughter he attacked?”

Davis nodded. Didn’t have to see the video for the images to flash across his mind. When he found the guy . . .

Chapel pulled out his own phone. Tapped the screen a couple times. Held it up to the image that he had paused on Davis’s phone.

Davis examined the two images.

“He was good at keeping his face away from the cameras,” Chapel said. “Like he knew where they were.”

“Noticed that too.” Davis bobbed his leg. “Same with the furniture. First time I walked into the entry, I jammed my leg into the corner of that table. This guy sidestepped it like he’d been in the house more than once before.”

Chapel smirked. “Maybe you’re just not as agile as you once were. Retirement setting in hard?”

Davis fought the knee-jerk instinct to come up with a retort. Chest tightened. Heat flared up his neck. Getting kicked out wasn’t retirement.

Easy, Ledger.

Chapel knew that. Was just giving him a hard time.

Fury watched him. Tilted his head.

Let it go.

Great. Now that stupid kid song Rafkin’s daughter used to sing to her dad via webcam while they were deployed was going to be stuck in his head.

Chapel cleared his throat. Nodded to the photos. “The daughter didn’t recognize anything familiar about this guy?”

“It was hard for her to watch. Given her parents’ recent deaths, she’s not in the best frame of mind. Didn’t think she knew him.”

“Ever hear her mention the name Germaine?”

“Not since I’ve been here. But it’s only been a few days. I’ll ask her about him.”

Chapel nodded. “I’ll dig deeper. See if I can find anything that connects Germaine to the family.”

“Thanks, man.” Davis shifted his stiff shoulder. Pain pulsed deep into the muscles. “Okay if you send me that photo? It might jog something for her.”

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