Page 185 of Sticks and Stones
Gabe looked at his watch.
Well, then, he needed to make this happen. That meant calls, and being careful about it.
“I’ll be sending you a text in about twenty minutes. I’ll talk to you then. Like I mentioned, we’re going to handle this a different way. Much like how that agent went to the source, we’re going to find the source here.”
Then, the call went dead.
“Uh, what did we get ourselves into?” Greyson asked. “I think Corbin boned us. I’m not sure though since this could make or break my career.”
Oh, he was aware.
Only, he needed to let Greyson in on that phone call he’d made. When they got into Ethan’s car, he asked, and that was what led to calling Gabe.
“Here’s a wild coincidence for you,” he began. “The agent that he sent in to handle that mess in Colombia, is actually the one person I trust back in DC. I spoke to her while we were meeting with the two detectives. She told me everything that Gabe just did. He’s being legit.”
He lifted a brow.
“When were you telling me that?” he asked. “Because I’m not sure you were going to share.”
Oh, he was.
Just not Elizabeth’s ID.
Gene was to the point.
“I was going to tell you as soon as we spoke to Gabe. This shit is bad,” he admitted. “The CIA was doing some dirty deeds undercover, and the FBI was involved. My source said that this might be drugs that got hereBEFOREshe took out the ring. We might get lucky. Then again, we rarely do.”
He let that sink in.
“Uh, I don’t like this.”
Gene was to the point.
“You can bail. Ethan and I can handle this if you don’t want to be involved. Sometimes, Grey, getting a career-changing assignment isn’t the blessing you think it is. I won’t blame you. I promise.”
Greyson stopped that.
Then.
And.
There.
“And then have to hear about it through all the paperwork I’m going to have to process after you two cause a mess? No freaking way. You get a babysitter for the whole thing. Trust and believe I’m helping.”
He laughed.
“I mean, I doubt there will be paperwork if Gabe is saying it needs to be handled unlike normal. This is all going to be done in the shadows, and those rapists are in for some trouble.”
They both knew what that meant.
GUANTANAMO BAY.
The FBI didn’t play around with terrorists or drug dealers. Once they went in, they never got out.
As they parked at the police station, Gene made sure his phone was not set to mute. He didn’t want to miss the text from Gabe.
“If I don’t get to say this later,” Gene began, “I wanted to let you know I’m grateful that you’re helping with this. You’re a good dude, Greyson.”
