Page 15 of Clean Slade
“Myers?” the grumbling voice of my commander, Wyatt Goodman, boomed through my speaker.
I was still in the living room feeding the fire, trying to make sense of everything, and come up with a solution.
“Do you have an update?” I asked.
I hated that I couldn’t be there with my team, but protecting King and Mac was more important.
“We’ve scrubbed the scene and dumped his car in my garage.”
No wonder he’d answered so quickly. The team probably hadn’t stopped since we left.
“Do you think he’s right? Do you think Ferraro is in town?” I asked.
Wyatt paused, his heavy breathing the only thing audible for a few moments.
“I don’t know. A part of me thinks if a man like him was around, we’d know about it. But then again…”
The man knew how to cover his tracks.
“What are we gonna do?”
“I’m gonna deploy the grapevine to find out if he’s slipped through our radar. And we keep an ear to the ground. There’s gonna be a lot of heat in town after last night. Even if he’s around, I doubt he’d do anything.”
I hoped he was right. After busting the cartel, all eyes would be on the island. The local PD was going to be in the spotlight. The place would be crawling with feds. Ferraro would be stupid to do anything. But even the smartest people made mistakes when they were so close to their prey.
“So we lay low.”
“We lay low,” Wyatt repeated. “It should give us a chance to find out the truth.”
“The truth? What do you mean?”
“The scene at the boy’s house was…strange.”
“In what way?”
“They were all gunned down, but only two of the guns had been fired. I don’t know. It seems Kingston isn’t telling us everything.”
I clenched my phone tighter and bit back a growl. I didn’t even know where it came from until it threatened to spill out.
“What? You think he killed them?”
“It would seem that way.”
If there were people after him, then I couldn’t exactly blame him. I know I’d do the same if someone tried to hurt any of my brothers or my mom.
“If he didn’t tell us, he must have a reason.”
“That’s what I’m thinking. I just want to know what that reason is and where on earth a guy like him learned to deliver such fatal blows. Those guys weren’t exactly small,” Wyatt said, and I huffed before I hung up.
I didn’t know where all this protective anger was coming from, but I knew it wasn’t healthy. It could blind people.
The truth was even if King had somehow killed those men, it didn’t make him any less in need of protection.
And that was exactly what I was going to do.
I looked through the bookcase where I’d found the picturebook for Mac and pulled out a local guide before retreating to one of the vacant rooms with a whole pot of coffee.
I had a plan to make.
