Page 8 of Romeo
“Only if the government knows about it,” my dad retorted.
“Excuse me for saying this,” Julianna bravely retorted. “But…those are famous last words uttered by many, Mr. Descalia. This is very dangerous for you.Allof you.”
“It was already dangerous before we nabbed him,” Dante spoke up. “He’s been attacking the compound where Gio…I mean Legend lives. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m one for avoiding breaking the law, believe me. But this guy has to be stopped.”
“Can any of these things he has done be proven?” Julianna asked. “You have to at least be able to prove what you are claiming.” She looked around again. “You need hard proof.”
“Maybe but it is testimony mostly,” Liv answered her. “So it is his word against ours. Ahe said, she saidtype of thing.”
“And as you already know that is not good enough in a court of law. It is called hearsay to be precise,” Julianna reminded her. “He is a federal agent and from what I know, he has a long list of honors and valor citations. He is in fact considered to be a genius by the bureau. You are going to need hard evidence, like something close to a confession.”
Talon nodded. “How he has managed to be an agent all this time and work alongside his criminal mobster mother, I will never figure out.”
“I agree that he is good,” my father interjected. “One of the best criminal minds I have ever encountered.
We all looked over at him.
I could have sworn he looked impressed.
“Why are you all surprised at my admiration for such a feat?” he asked. “The man is a crooked FBI Agent. And to date he has not been caught. Nor does anyone in the Bureau or CIA seem to have a clue as to his mother’s identity and crimes. How in the hell did he do that?”
“And that is getting back to my original point,” Julianna said. “To stop him legally, you will need hard evidence of some of his crimes.”
“Well, I have this?” Glory interjected as she raised up a small flash drive.
Everyone looked over at her.
“What is that, my dear?” Stephano asked her.
“A video I took the day we all left Louisiana to head back home to Texas,” Glory explained. “We stopped at a truck stop. You see we all had to split up and hide, because Deacon was going to blow us all up.” She glared at Julianna as she added, “Women, babies and kids too. He did not care who he had to kill.”
Julianna slowly shook her head as she looked upset.
Dante motioned to Glory. “Bring it over here to my laptop, please.”
“It is from my phone. I put it on a pen drive in case we ever needed it,” Glory explained as she stepped over and handed it to him.
Plugging it into his laptop, Dante tapped the keyboard.
We all moved in closer to see the screen.
“So I wanna explain to you all what this was about,” Glory told the group. “We were attacked on the road earlier in the day by six ninjas as we called them. Riders on Ninja bikes. They were shooting at us. Deacon had sent them after us. So after we got our food, we passed the time by talking about theninja riders as we were calling them. So as soon as I saw Deacon there, I tapped video on my cell and I got almost the whole thing. Go ahead and play it.” Glory nodded at Dante.
The opening of the video showed some glasses and a table top.
“I wonder why they used Ninja bikes in particular?” someone closeby asked in the video.
“Because they are the fastest vehicles on two wheels, cousin.”
The camera view rose up to take in a tall, handsome man with dark hair and green eyes who’d said this. He stood close to the large table. He wore an immaculate dark blue Armani Privé suit. Giving them all a dazzling smile, he pulled out a chair and sat down at the end of the table. Then he continued, “For instance, did you know that the Kawasaki Ninja H2R is the fastest production motorcycle in the world? With a top speed of 249 miles per hour. It also has a 998 cc, four-cylinder supercharged engine that can produce up to 326 horsepower with ram-air. Basically, they are the Bugatti of bikes.”
A woman at the table asked with a gasp, “Agent Deacon?”
In an instant, metallic clicks echoed all around the table as at least a half a dozen handguns or more were all trained on the smiling Deacon.
It got so quiet, you could hear the Mac truck engines rumbling from outside as Deacon Walker sat at the end of the table. Slowly raising his arms due to all the weapons aimed at him, he smiled at the woman who had spoken. “Well, hello BB, how are you?”
“I have been better,” she replied. “Those ninja guys tried to kill us.”
