Fuck.
The DEA, just as Bailey had suspected. It wasn’t a surprise, of course. If the DEA had caught wind of Javier’s announcement, they’d have been eager to try and locate ECV’s new capos. Especially those that didn’t have as much experience in laying low as their veteran forerunner, Javier.
But how the fuck had they found out about this place?
Finn slowly turned to the door. Then he glanced back at Peter. “How’d you find out about this party?”
“One of the guests,” Peter said innocently, his smile never shifting.
“Who?”
Peter studied him for a moment before giving a small shrug. “Zachary West.”
Finn’s face prickled hot and cold as blood drained from it. “Fuck,” he muttered urgently, squeezing the badge so hard that it cut into his palm as he ran for the door.
When he flung it open, Bailey’s lifeless body toppled into the room.