Page 164 of Sticks and Stones
Now, he suspected he was going to be playing games in Hell as soon as they dug into this mess.
Call it a hunch.
“No, LaRue, I don’t need you here physically. I need some intel. You know, the kind the deputy director might have told his favorite person, in confidence.”
She laughed.
“Uh, you’ve heard something that’s not true. Gabe runs me through the wringer on a daily basis.”
Oh, he knew that was true, but everyone knew she was his favorite agent, or she was a mind reader, because she knew way too much.
“You don’t have to deny or confirm, Elizabeth. Your secrets are safe with me. I won’t even tell my partner shit. I promise. As for your personal issues, I’m sorry about your dad. Tell him to get well soon.”
She thanked him.
“Thanks, Gene. What do you need to know? If I can help you, I will.”
He used this call wisely, picking the brain of a woman who was likely one of the best agents he’d ever worked with personally.
Ethan was good, but LaRue made him look like a slacker. She was the FBI’s super soldier, of sorts. Already, and she was young.
In fifteen years, she’d be giving Ethan a run for his money for Director.
There was no doubt in his mind.
“My partner and I have a trafficking case.”
She waited.
“I thought it was going to be the standard abduction, into a sex ring, blah, blah, blah, but it’s been brought to my attention that there’s a new drug in play. Snow.”
Oh, fuck.
The second she heard that, the whole conversation changed from spreading info to securing the situation. Snow, AKA Addiction, was a top-secret thing, and few people knew about it.
“Hold on, Gene,” she said, needing to go somewhere quieter. “We need to do this in private.”
He did just that.
Yeah, something was up.
When she came back on the phone, it was silent around her.
“Please don’t tell me you meant Addiction. Also known as Snow.”
Uh-oh.
She sounded worried.
“Well, I only know it as Snow. Is it the same thing? If so, yeah, that’s the shit.”
Now, she knew they had a problem.
The military had handled the asshole who started making that shit in Colombia. There was no freaking reason it should be stateside.
That it was…
That meant some got through to the US. Like with the one case that she’d worked in the US, Snow was nobody’s friend.
