Page 166 of Sticks and Stones
Ewww.
Well, just as he was wondering how this could get worse, here it was.
WORSE.
“Jesus, LaRue. Why didn’t the FBI send out an office wide memo to get us all on the same page?”
Who knew why the FBI did what the FBI did?
She was just a drone.
“The director in charge was the one who ate his gun,” she said, not telling him it was because he’d tried to get her killed in Colombia. “We stopped it from getting into the country. Here’s where it gets tricky, Gene. This is all classified. It’s need to know, and you didNOThear it from me. Don’t spread it around.”
He was curious.
“I told you I won’t burn you, but how did you get picked for this shitfest? I don’t want in on that lottery if the director is sending me to Colombia.”
Yeah, she understood that.
“The last director sent me undercover there to get rid of me.”
Gene was horrified.
He’d heard things about their old boss, but this…
It was disgusting.
“I was supposed to fail, but I didn’t. We shut it down, or we were supposed to have shut it down. Hopefully, what you’re experiencing is just what made it into the country. If it gets really bad there, call Gabe. This is some serious shit, and for the love of God, don’t get that nastiness on you, unless you’re around someone who doesn’t mind a lot of sex with you.”
Well, he was pretty sure Greyson would just shoot him or put him down. Ethan would definitely be okay, but if he got dosed, what if he hurt his man?
Now, he had even more issues to worry about.
Great.
He clued her in.
“The cops who were dealing with it are city vice cops. They said that someone in NY had an issue, and that word on the street is that it’s port cities.”
Yeah, that was the MO.
“The dude I came across in Colombia was a POS. El Gato was his street name. We didn’t know much more about him. I can only give you so much, not because it’s all classified, because I trust you to tell you, but because there isn’t much to know. I went, I took out the assholes starting to sell it, and Marines handled the rest. Think…KABOOM.”
He got it.
It was a CIA/FBI joint mission to another country, and she couldn’t talk about it.
“My ass is grass if you say anything,” she said.
Oh, well, he wouldn’t say a word.
“LaRue, you have always had my back, and I’ll have yours. While I have you on the phone, what do we have on the director, that douchebag?”
She laughed.
“Oh, well, he’s dirty. We’re working on tying him up in knots, so we end up getting him taken down. It’s taking time because he’s sabotaged the FBI by cutting positions and spreading us thin. He literally sends me out back-to-back to get me to fail.”
That was foul.
