Page 22 of Hacker Revelation

Stacy buzzed my phone to let me know Detective Higgins had arrived, then she told him to head back.

“Higgins. Good to see you.” I greeted the big detective, who strode across the floor of my office and sat in the leather chair.

Asher must have heard the big detective enter the building. He was in my office before Detective Higgins had sat down. Higgins had worked with us in the past, and he knew anything he had to say to me could be said in front of my brother. From the look on Higgins’s face, I wouldn’t like the conversation.

“I wish I felt the same. How come every time we cross paths, you make my job harder? I need to know more about your supposed wife.”

I had called Higgins because he was the best detective Ft. Lauderdale had to offer. But if he said one thing wrong or had something against Kat, he wouldn’t make it out of this building. I glanced over at Asher, and it looked like he was thinking the same thing.

I took a swig of the coffee on my desk before I responded. “Supposed wife? She is my wife and has been for the past five years. You better think very carefully before you speak your next words.”

Higgins frowned. “I ran Katherine Ross through the system, and I couldn’t find anything. I also looked for your marriage license to see if the marriage was real.”

Motherfucker.I planned to kill him slowly and feed this fucker to Kat’s pet alligators. “For your information, the agency is working on fixing Kat’s identity. If you spent this much time looking for who vandalized her car, we would know who did it by now.”

“I pulled the CCTV videos from the street. The legal way. We were able to bring the man who vandalized Kat’s car into custody. During the investigation, Greg gave us some interesting information about your wife, which is why I’m here today.”

Here was the reason Kat shouldn’t go around killing people. If Greg had told the police that Kat killed his friend, we might be screwed. But Higgins hadn’t brought police blazing in, so we might be okay. “What kind of information?”

“Your wife killed his friend with a garden gnome,” Higgins said. I could see he was trying to hold back a laugh.

Fuck.That bastard ratted out my wife, but the story sounded so farfetched that Higgins didn’t believe him.

“You saw my wife. She’s tiny. Do you think she could take on Greg and his friend? With a garden gnome?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I didn’t believe the man’s story. You know how things work. I needed to check out the story. But why is he after your wife?” Higgins asked.

“She is helping his wife, Lily, through the Ross Women’s Outreach Center. He’s an abusive asshole.”

Greg needed to be taken out.Fuck. I sounded like my wife.

I needed to get in touch with Alex today and find out if his friend in Dallas had a job opening for Lily. Greg was going to be even more pissed since he was arrested for vandalizing Kat’s car. If we got Lily out of state, it would make it harder for Greg to cause any problems.

“You need to let us know if he gets out,” Asher said.

“He will more than likely make bail today,” Higgins ground out, his square jaw tightening. “Men like him should have a special place in hell.”

I would do anything to protect my wife, and that included taking this fucker out because he turned my wife in to the police. For the past week, I’d preached about going to the cops and doing everything above board in the case with Greg. But if Kat was in danger, I would do anything to protect her. Higgins and his men could show up to our house and look for evidence. They wouldn’t find anything. Yesterday, the alligators that were in the backyard were moved to South Miami, miles from our house.

“What’s wrong with him?” Higgins asked Asher, nodding his head toward Antonio.

“He’s thinking,” Asher said, “and he’s about to come up with a plan. He’s worried about Greg getting out on bail and coming after Kat.”

Asher was close. I was worried we couldn’t stop Kat from putting herself in danger. I reached for the cup of coffee on my desk and took a nice, long swig, enjoying the bittersweet liquid gold running down my throat.

“Do you need help to look for his friend?”

Higgins seemed like he would accept our help but then declined. “No, I can’t imagine your wife killing anyone.”

I shrugged. “She’s a delicate flower.”

I heard a snort from Asher’s direction. He had used his hand to cover his mouth. The fucker was going to blow our cover.

Higgins narrowed his eyes. “I highly doubt you married a delicate flower. You and all your brothers are assholes and need strong women. But Kat doesn’t seem like a woman who would kill someone.”

That was one of the things that made her a great assassin for the CIA. Nobody expected a five-foot-three pixie to take down a three-hundred-pound man with her bare hands or, like the other night, with a garden gnome.

“You're right. My wife is strong and puts me in my place. I’m going to make sure she has a detail on her at all times. We are also going to put another bodyguard on Lily until everything dies down. I assume Greg is going to be upset that he was caught for vandalizing Kat’s car. If we see anything on our end, we’ll make sure to contact you right away.”

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