Page 389 of Sticks and Stones
Already, Ethan was banging out a text to Greyson as they talked to their boss.
He knew how to play this game.
When he hit send, he waited, and it didn’t take long for Greyson to reply.
‘I got you. Don’t worry. If he asks, I’ll admit you were dosed, and I stayed here. If this is Sasha playing spy, and I let her into our circle, I’ll take care of the cover story.’
Well, that was handled.
Gene kept the director busy.
“Don’t worry. We were planning on getting Greyson, and going in with a team. I’m not crazy,” Gene admitted.
There was laughter.
“Agent, do you know how many times I’m told not to worry, and it ends up being a clusterfuck? Yeah, I’m going to worry. Check-in, please.”
They would.
“I mean, in our defense, this city is a shitshow. What the FBI needs is to just take over the local police division to work the clusterfuck cases full-time. They haven’t a freaking clue.”
Gabe considered what he’d just said, and honestly, that might be the firstGOODidea that Cantrell had. He’d have to mull this over, and see if he could make that happen.
“Again, gentlemen, keep me updated. I want to make sure my agents aren’t doing anything that might be misconstrued by the Director of the FBI and draw his focus. I can only hold back that asshole for so long, so keep your noses clean.”
That was Gabe giving them a heads-up.
Without.
A.
Doubt.
“Make sure you see the commissioner, after you visit Julian Mercer, and for Christ’s sake, be nice.”
Well, that was subjective.
They believed they were damn nice. No one ended up in cuffs or jail. That was Gene being magnanimous on any given day.
When the call went dead, Ethan laughed.
“Well, he told us,” he admitted.
That he did.
“When do you want to hit the bar?” Gene asked, not liking the idea of going in there. Granted, they cleaned up the place by taking in those five, but still…
It wasn’t his favorite thing to do.
Blackhawk stared at the clock on his dashboard.
“We should handle this interview, and then stop at the commissioner’s office. Then, we’ll call Greyson, and see if he’s up for a little door booting.”
That worked for Gene.
“Maybe if we get lucky, we’ll find something there that can get that shithole shut down.”
Yeah, well, Ethan wouldn’t hold his breath on that one. They could shut down a million bars, and more would pop up.
