“Here you go,” Merry said, heading their way. “There are two Marines who aren’t dead in that platoon where the Cryptocurrency was being housed in Afghanistan.”
Jagger took it.
“How many were killed?” he asked.
Merry rattled them off.
“A helicopter pilot from the UK, two soldiers from the UK, and three US Marines.”
So six people lost their lives over fifty million dollars andBlackStone’s bullshit.
That was six people too many.
“Okay, get me the addresses of the two Marines who were living here and killed, and the two that are still alive. We’re going hunting.”
She went back to her computer and did what he asked.
As she did, Jagger had a bad feeling in the pit of his belly, and it had everything to do with one thing.
Von Donore.
The traitor.
* * * Hunters * * *
The Basement
The Concrete Lair
Area Fifty-Two
When they brought Captain Thomas Bernard in, he was bound and had a hood over his head.
Elizabeth wasn’t taking chances.
Honestly, it was the only way that she’d let him be transported here. Realistically, she trusted Tommy about as far as she could toss his annoying ass.
Seriously.
During the last few months, he’d caused more problems than she cared to deal with in NOLA. It made it difficult to do the job when you had a pissy homicide captain up your ass.
It had been so much easier with Gene when he’d been in that role, and that’s when he had no clue they were there working operations.
Now, they were walking on eggshells, and that didn’t bode well going into a new, deadly game withThe BlackStone Group.
She needed this man off their asses, and for good reason.
Whenever a body showed up that was a homicide, this man was all over it, just looking for some way to pin it to The Hunters.
Like they did all the murders in this town.
Okay, they did a lot of the murders in this town.
Who was she kidding?
Most of them, as of late, were when they had been trying to clean out the last of the Chinese mafia, but they hadn’t been taking lives indiscriminately.
They weren’t psychopaths.