Page 37 of Wildcard's Wager

“Havoc, the President of the Boston Chapter, said someone destroyed the servers. We had access to the servers prior to that, thanks to Brigit. We think the Bratva destroyed theservers. Havoc’s man, Wired, sent copies of everything to Sully. However, Sully still seems fixated on Brigit.”

Rafe nods. “My opinion is that Sully’s dirty. Likely working for the Bratva. He reeks of desperation. I left him calling every judge in the county to see if he could get a search warrant. He won’t get one and I think he knows it. He threatened to go to my captain if I didn’t help him out. I told him that my captain already knew about my ties to the club. Hell, he’s on Team Puma.”

Puma smirks.

“So, what are my options?” Brigit asks.

“I think we need to call in the FBI,” Rafe says. “Or, more specifically, you need to contact the FBI.”

Brigit visibly recoils from this suggestion. “Me?”

“Yes. We need to find someone who will listen to your story. Someone in Organized Crime. I can call around. See if there is someone who might be interested in going up against the Bratva.”

“What about that DEA agent?” Puma asks. “The one who assisted with the drug bust at 1%.”

“Reed Pence. He’s not with the DEA any longer. He moved over to Internal Affairs. I met up with him again when they were looking at my former lieutenant. Before he kidnapped Viper.”

“Do you think Pence has contacts?”

“He might. I’ll call him and ask. In the meantime, Brigit, let’s get a witness statement from you for the murder. I’ll need copies of the video.”

Spark nods.

“You can use my office,” Puma offers Rafe.

I watch Brigit leave with Rafe and want to follow. But I trust Rafe to take care of my woman. Puma and I return to the common room, where I find Gramps waiting.

“Is Brigit safe?” he asks, keeping his voice low.

“Yeah. She’s with Rafe. You know him, right?”

“He’s a cop. So, I’ll ask again. Is she okay?”

I chuckle. “Rafe’s a good guy. He’s Viper’s man. He won’t hurt Brigit. She told him what happened, and he’s seen the video of her standing outside the office when Misha killed Mike. He’s helping us figure out how to get the FBI to look into the case, since we believe the detective is on the take.”

“Okay. Because if she needs to leave the country…”

“Already planned,” I assure him. “If we think they’re going to arrest her, we’ll head to San Diego. Dante has a clear path into Mexico.”

Gramps nods. “Good. Good. I don’t want to leave, but if she goes, I go.”

“We all go,” I correct him. “Brigit, Colt, you, and me. We’re family.”

“Family. Speaking of family, I need to start on dinner.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: BRIGIT

Rafe takes his time and walks me through that morning. He pulls out details I had forgotten. Like the mention of an incident the previous night.

“Any idea what he was talking about?”

I shake my head no. “I don’t. But…”

“But what?”

“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

I dash through the common room to Wildcard’s room and retrieve my phone. As I run back out of the room, I smack into a brick wall, also known as Wildcard.

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