Page 29 of Unsettled
“See, Daniel? Marcus knows I should be spoiled.” Ely’s coy voice has me hurrying over to Marcus and practically pushing him out the door.
“Yes, Dear. I’m so glad he pointed that out. Perhaps I should see them out.”
I hurry Marcus further, and don’t say anything until we’re in the Camaro, where I can glare at him. “Are you trying to get us killed?!”
Snorting, Marcus shakes his head. “That’s their version of foreplay. If I didn’t deliberately make Daniel jealous, Ely would have been less inclined to help us going forward. And Daniel really doesn’t give a shit. He knows Ely would never leave him,but this gets them all riled up. She said they enjoy the sex afterwards.”
My jaw drops, but I can’t think of a damn thing to say.For fuck’s sake. It’s bad enough I know about the shit the Amatos and Martellis get up to, I really don’t want to know about these two as well. Gunning it, I head toward the Amato mansion, but cut my eyes toward my lover.
“Any idea what this may mean?”
“No. I don’t. And unfortunately, I think we need to bring Hollis into it. It’ll be quicker than us trying to go through everyone. I’m tempted to not believe that the goon was FBI. But the woman? Who the fuck knows.”
Both of us fall silent as I continue heading toward the mansion. It seems like every time we get an answer, more questions pop up. We’d better find them soon, or I have a feeling, there’s going to be one hell of an explosion…
Wrinkling my nose when I take a drink of coffee, I spare a glance at the mug, the offending taste of decaf on my tongue.Fucking Tennant.At this point, pure determination and willpower are what’s keeping me awake and focused, but the coffee gives me something to do while I'm deep in my own world. That he’s switching it out means he’s close to dragging me from the office, whichcannothappen. Not this time.
The past two days have been spent doing non-stop research into every single tenant of the apartment building we were led to. Most are dead-ends, but there have been a few anomalies that we’ve been taking a closer look at… Such as the cops who seem to have moved into one section of units, all within the same two month span.
I understand maybe wanting to save money if you’re a single officer and don’t need an entire house to yourself, but four of them, who just happened to move in during the same timeframe? And ended up as neighbors? Highly unlikely. Especially in a place so…lax in their security. Hell, they don’t even have cameras set up. We’ve had to utilize spies to slip in and set up our own surveillance, which is risky as all hell.
Then there’s the matter of the people who may or may not be feds. Without names, it’s hard to be sure, and the facial recognition programs, H happily gave us access to, haven’t been able to find them in any system. Either their agencies buried their identities too fucking well this time—even from H and his connections—or they’re fakes, and are using the federal card to do whatever they want.
I’m willing to bet it's a mix of the two, simply because too much doesn’t make sense.
Reaching for the mug of grossness again, I pause with it halfway to my mouth, as my computer beeps with my favorite sound—we got a hit.
Pulling up the screens needed, I raise a brow as the image of Agent Tom Court, the fed who “interviewed” Antonio after the Martelli whorehouse raid, pops up. That is the last face I expected to see. We knew he was dirty, but catching him all but red-handed, at some already suspected shady cops’ place, is pretty much a waving red flag.
My fingers fly over the keys as I make a call. I try once more to dive into Agent Court’s file, and at least this time, Leandro has already paved the way, following his first attempt at gathering information on our friend Tom.
“Sir?”The call is picked up, and the hushed voice of my spy comes over the line.
“Follow the agent that just went into Apartment 4B,” I order. “You know the drill.”
“Just follow, sir?”
Instinct has me saying, “No. If you get the opportunity, or feel as though you’re losing him, then I want you to capture him. Call in whoever you need to for help.”
He laughs.“I’d prefer to have the Martelli Ghost with me. We all know his reputation, but I’ll make some calls.”
“Happy hunting.” The line clicks off, and I don’t hesitate to put in another call.
The groan I get when this one is picked up has me grinning.“Tennant is going to kill us both,”Leandro bitches.
“Let me worry about that. I found something, get down here.”
“Fuck,”he breathes out, before hanging up.
Placing one more call to someone I really don’t want to, I set the wheels of destruction in motion. Looking at the uninspired agency photo of Agent Court, I let a smile play over my lips.Don’t you know not to put all your eggs in one basket, Agent? That’s how mistakes are made. And how people like me find what you don’t want found…
“Did you see this?” Leandro asks.
“See what? I’ve seen a lot of things over the last few days.”
“The owner of the apartment complex doesn’t exist.”
“What?” I piggyback off his screen, scanning the same information he has. “Well,shit. How’d we miss that the first time around?”
