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Yeah, that told them everything they needed to know.
This was bad shit they were about to wade into, and that was dangerous.
The man in the mask picked up the envelope.
“In here, you have a list of most of the patrons who hit that particular establishment. It’s been under surveillance for a few months. Since you two have been in there, you’ll recognize the slime balls who frequent there.”
Yeah, they would.
Gene took the packet, and he opened it up.
Inside, there were black and white photos of each of the people he remembered being there. Most of them were of the men walking out of the building.
Ethan was curious.
“If you had the place under surveillance, why did no one help the cop who went in the other night?” he asked, going there.
The man glanced over, and he could hear the hostility in his voice.
“Agent, I’m the wrong person to ask about that. I didn’t do the surveillance. The only reason I’m here is because I was in Colombia and dealt with this mess there. I have no prior knowledge regarding the club. Don’t get angry with the messenger. I bite back.”
Gene stared at him.
Oh.
Hell.
No.
If he so much as snarled at Ethan, he was punching him in the face. Military tats or not.
“Yeah, well, so do we. What are we supposed to do with the photos?” he asked.
The man continued.
“On the back, you’ll find their names and their addresses. You can look them up with this laptop if you need to in order to figure out who is who. You’re agents, so you know how to detect. Find one, and see what you can get out of them.”
That screamed torture.
Not for them.
For the men in the pictures.
Since five of them in the envelope were the assholes who hurt Corbin, that worked for them.
“And we can find them at the bar or their home?” he asked.
The man clued them in.
“The bar didn’t open today. I’m going to guess it’s regarding what you mentioned before. Intel says that they are laying low. I’d start with the man named Renegade. Chatter has that he’s ready to blow town if the heat is on.”
The man dropped a key on the table.
Then, he clued them in.
“There’s a black sports coupe parked right beside your ride. Leave it where it is when you’re done with the key inside. The CIA will retrieve it when you’re finished. When you pick up each one of the people that you believe are trafficking people and Snow, call me on the burner phone. My contact is theONLYone in them. I’ll come to you and pick up the people for transport.”
Gene was curious.
