Page 440 of Sticks and Stones
Now, Gene placed it. They absolutely had seen it, and it was in that parking lot.
That’s when they dropped him, and went to the door to tell Greyson.
The Commissioner’s car.
It made sense.
“Grey,” Gene said. “We know who it is. Can you get your agents to bring him in-house, and have Gabe get him transferred?”
He could do that.
“Gitmo?” he asked.
Both Feds nodded.
From behind them, Cash began crying and begging for his life when he overheard the man.
“Who is it?” he asked as they all ignored the man on the floor.
“The commissioner.”
Greyson lifted a brow.
Well, he hadn’t been expecting that.
“What?”
“We went to see the commissioner today because he demanded us to get our asses there. He wanted an update.”
Yeah, so he’d know where they were with the case, or because his thugs missed a pickup time that morning.
“When we arrived, the lot was empty since it was the weekend. In his reserved spot was the car that Cash just described. It makes sense because this piece of shit said that someone called Renegade before Corbin showed up. Someone knew Corbin was a cop, and burned his cover.”
Greyson shook his head.
That was shitty.
“A cop burning a cop? That’s pretty low.”
Yes, yes, it was.
Gene was to the point.
“We need you to keep this quiet in here. We’re going to go out the back and head toward the commissioner’s office. He might still be in there. Can you hold off leaving for a few minutes?”
He nodded.
“Absolutely. I’ll update Gabe. You’re going to need warrants.”
They would.
Ethan reminded them.
“Yeah, we can’t let the two cops down the street see us leave. If they inadvertently tell Drake Herman that we’re leaving, he might spook,” Blackhawk said.
He was right.
Greyson waved them off.
