Page 85 of Affair
At that moment, the man was sitting on the front steps, making call after call.
Someone was obsessed.
Like a stalker.
Yeah, Lewis was going to say that this man was going to be a problem for everyone.
That was for damn sure.
Now, because Elizabeth wanted him picked up, he couldn't do that alone. Well, he could, but not without drawing a shit ton of attention.
So, he had backup.
Only, what they both needed now was for the man to move from his spot, and to get closer to the web.
That was going to be how they got the idiot contained—for his own good.
When Elizabeth called, he’d tagged in Wolf as backup. He wasn’t working right now, he was batshit insane, and he was damn good at handling annoyances.
Mostly, he killed them, but when need be, he could muscle a dude into a trunk without snapping his neck.
And that was the plan.
“Come on, dumbass, move,” Lewis said, willing the man to leave the steps in front of Chartres.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
“We have to do plan B,” he said to Wolf. “This dude is trying to make a scene.”
Wolf’s voice came over the com.
“Oh, I got you. Watch and learn, Reaper. I’m an international man of mystery.”
That made Reaper laugh.
Wolf was as country as country came. Trace Benoit was Cajun and crazy.
“What did you do?” he asked.
“Like I said, Cher. Watch and learn.”
That’s when he knew what the man was going to do. As he saw Wolf heading down the sidewalk, he’d stolen a cop’s uniform.
Oh, this should be fun, since the man was the Homicide Captain.
“You’re insane. He’s literally a cop.”
“I know. I like irony, Reaper. Far too often, it’s missed by everyone.”
Lewis rolled his eyes.
Thankfully, his partner was wearing a com, so he could hear it all.
And record it.
Well, here went everything.
“Excuse me, Sir, do you belong here?” Wolf asked the man.
