Page 74 of Forever Filthy

“I don’t understand,” I admit.

“Tracer was a fed but the CIA was investigating the Director of the FBI. When you reached out to the head office, they offered you a deal which wasn’t theirs to offer. The CIA has the lead on this case…” She lets her sentence trail off giving me time toprocess what she means. When it sinks in, I close my eyes as tears prick the backs of them.

I open my eyes and look at her with defeat. “My deal for immunity is off the table, they told me what I wanted to hear so I would flip on the Saints.”

A somber look takes over her face. “Yes.”

Pain lances my chest, I thought I did everything right. I made sure that my loved ones would be safe, they fucking promised me. I turn away from her and stare up at the ceiling resigned to my fate, I’ll spend the rest of my life in prison. I fight back the tears that want to fall as failure courses through me, all of this shit was for fucking nothing.

“How long before I’m moved to the prison?” I force out.

“That depends on you, Mrs. Tempest.” I slowly turn my head back toward her. She nods to both the men and they both leave the room. She doesn’t say another word until the door is closed behind them. “What I am about to tell you is classified information.” I nod stiffly encouraging her to continue. “The Director of the FBI wasn’t our only target in the Saints. Tracer was planted inside the organization years ago when we learned of a gang—for lack of a better word—who were embezzling money. The deeper Tracer got he realized that the gang wasn’t recruiting random people or men of wealth… They were recruiting, politicians, FBI agents, cops and many more high ranking members. Did you know that the President's press secretary is a member of the Saints?” My eyes widen and my jaw unhinges.

“Who?” She shakes her head and taps her nose at my question.

“That is on a need to know basis. There are more members of this society than you are aware of, which is why the feds hindered their deal on Thomas being apprehended alive.”

“Because he’s the only one who knows the full list of members,” I answer, she nods and smiles.

“Tracer had been trying for years to get his hands on that list but was never able to. The information you have provided is great but we need more, we need Thomas to flip and give us the names of the members he has planted all over the world.”

“The world?” I balk.

She sighs and nods. “Yes. The Haven Saints is bigger than you clearly knew, which is why Thomas was doing everything in his power to regain control. Not all members are privy to the vast expanse of The Brotherhood from what we can gather, but the higher ranking members are remaining tight lipped.”

I bristle. “Of course they are because they only care about their money.”

Her eyes narrow and she looks at me with an accusing glare. “Well, I’m glad you brought that up because a lot of the members are refusing to say a word untilyoureturn their stolen money.”

I furrow my brow in confusion. “I didn’t take their money,” I defend.

“The day Agent Adams went dark, all accounts linking to the Haven Saints were emptied. We have our best on the job trying to track the location of the millions stolen, but so far… we have nothing. Care to shed some light on that, Mrs. Tempest?”

I swallow and dart my tongue out to moisten my lips but then his words sound out in my mind.

All you set out to do has been done.

David—Tracer, he did it. I fight back the smile and close my eyes, sending up a silent thank you to my friend for finishing what I started. He gave his life for a cause he believed in and I’ll be damned if I tarnish his memory by admitting to anything.

“I have no idea what happened.” Her lips purse at my answer and I can tell she doesn’t believe a word out of my mouth and Icouldn’t give a fuck. She can’t prove shit, which is why she is here trying to get a confession out of me.

“Figured you would say that.” I fight not to tense and keep my features impassive. “Here is how this is going to work, you are going to remain in our custody?—”

“You can’t do that!” I shout.

A smug look overcomes her. “Yes, I can, actually. You see, the unit who was sent to extract you and Thomas Valerian doesn’t exist. They are a black ops team that aren’t on the books. No one knows where you are or if you are alive. We brought a few of the members here and the rest we kicked to the feds so they could take the spotlight for the bust.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I snarl.

“It means, the CIA wants the highest ranking members, the feds only want the credit for performing a big bust.”

“This is bullshit, my family won’t stop looking for me.”

“Oh, I’m sure yourboyfriendswill try but they won’t find you.”

“Fuck. You.”

Her face contorts with anger. “Give us the location of the money and tell us the plans of the Saints and we might be inclined to make another deal.”

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