Page 63 of New Beginnings
We’d been sitting in my office for a few hours, surrounded by stacks of papers and files, meticulously reviewing all the information her team had gathered on Agent Revels. Even though he didn’t have the best start in life, something we had in common, he seemed to lead a normal life now. As normal as any law enforcement officer could lead.
He was married with two kids. The bank account showed that he wasn’t crooked, and it also showed that he wasn’t hard up formoney either. His wife, a stay-at-home mother, dedicated her time to running a popular lifestyle blog. There were no glaring red flags that showed why he wanted to fuck me over.
Leaning back in my chair, I let out a deep sigh of frustration, tossing the papers I had been looking through onto the cluttered desk. During this entire fucking process, I’d learned my wife was keeping secrets from me. Maybe Agent Revels was the secret. Do I believe she’d ever cheat on me? No way in hell. Did I believe she might have been protecting me from this guy? Fuck yes. But protecting me from what, and why didn’t she just come to me? I wondered, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration.
My wife was loyal to a fault. And if she was keeping something from me, that secret might be what got her killed. Anything was possible.
“Look into it,” I said. “It’s the only way this guy can be connected to me or this club. It has to be through her.”
“Is there anything he may have on Dani?” she asked.
My brows furrowed. “Something he can blackmail her with?”
“Yes. Could he have something on her, and could he have been trying to use it to bring you down?”
I ran my hand down my face in frustration because I didn’t know. I thought I knew everything about her but that was not the case.
“Let’s say she had something in her past, why would he be involved in her death?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” Rebel asked.
“My wife’s family isn’t one of those rich suburban families. Her mother is dead. Her father is a psycho ex-con. And you’ve met Demon. He’s the founder of Demons United. So, you know the kind of man he is. Despite him no longer being a president, he’s always involved in the club if needed. Could she have been involved in something before we met? That’s very possible.”
“Maybe whatever she was involved with, he threatened to use against her if she didn’t turn on you. The question remains what grudge does he have against you?”
“He could have been using whatever he had on her to bring me down, but what’s the connection with my family’s club? We know they’re involved because of the prospect, Weasel.”
“Let’s go back to the beginning.” Rebel flipped through the papers she’d printed out. “Let’s get some sort of checklist together as we go through all this information on Agent Revels.”
I was getting tired of constantly being in the fucking dark about shit. I had no fucking clue why this guy had it out for me. I had no fucking clue what he had on my wife that would have him involved in her death. There was so much shit I didn’t know, and it pissed me off to no end. I hated not being in the loop about shit especially if he had to do with me.
“Agent Revels was born on February 13, 1986, in Las Vegas, Nevada,” she said tapping her lips with the end of the pen. “His mother’s name was Rhonda Revels.”
“No father?” I asked.
“Nope. There was no father listed on the birth certificate. Apparently, she was a working girl. In and out of jail for prostitution, loitering for the purpose of prostitution, drug possession, and possession of drug paraphernalia. A young Agent Revels found her dead at eighteen.”
“How did she die?” I asked.
She flipped through some more papers. “Death certificate lists the death as an accidental overdose.”
“So, she was a drug addicted prostitute,” I said, and she nodded. “Where was Agent Revel during this time?”
“In and out of the home but mostly staying with her relatives. A sister and a cousin.”
“In Vegas?”
“Nope. In Charlotte. Looks like she may have moved back to North Carolina a year after he was born. He moved back in with his mother at seventeen and by the time he was eighteen she had overdosed. He ended up getting accepted to college at UNC-Charlotte and when he was twenty-four, he joined the Bureau and by twenty-eight, he’d married his high school sweetheart.”
“Las Vegas,” I mumbled, rubbing my temples. “Vegas. He was born in Vegas.”
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I’m just grasping at straws and trying to make connections.”
“I really believe the next step is to find out what Dani may have been involved in before you met because it’s not like you can just ask Agent Revels.”
I didn’t even think about that. I might just need to walk up to the motherfucker and find out what the hell was his problem with me.
