Page 70 of Exhale
“She’s being held at the sheriff’s station here in town.”
“We want to question her about the whereabouts of Danner.”
“I figured as much,” Diesel nodded. “We can contact US Marshal Axel Bains.”
“The Marshals run the Sheriffs now?” Jordan looked confused.
“They do both in this town.”
Nearly a week later…
Lucas rubbed the rag over the black camouflage face paint to remove all traces. He then changed out of his dark clothing and opted for one of his Brioni pinstriped suits with a white DIOR collared shirt.
Damn, it had been good to see Jordan the other night, and he planned to see much, much more of him in the future.
Everything was coming to fruition since he, Black, and Micah had come back from New York to California all those months ago.
The falling out between him and Black wouldn’t matter in the long run because once Black was out of the way, he would have Micah by his side, and nothing would ever come between them again.
“Sir, there’s a phone call for you,” Mark, his assistant, said, handing him the phone.
Lucas took the cell, recognized the number, and jerked his chin, indicating Mark should leave.
Once alone, he spoke. “What can I do for you, Nix?”
“It’s Senator Nix.”
“Aren’t you a former senator?” Lucas said with a bored tone, walking to the wall of windows that overlooked the city of Los Angeles. It looked busy outside, but there inside his penthouse, it was quiet with soft music playing.
“We keep the title, ass.”
“What do you want?” Lucas said flatly.
“It failed.”
“The hit on the former SecDef?” Lucas asked.
“What other failure can there be?” Nix snarled.
“Not my problem. I gave you the information. You should have sent someone better. You should have sent me.”
Lucas smirked when he remembered how he’d gotten the information. Micah hadn’t even known when he let it slip about the whereabouts of the former Secretary of Defense.
But then Micah wouldn’t be on guard against him. They were friends and had been through thick and thin and everything in between. Their past was so tightly woven together that nothing would ever separate them. They had even exchanged several phone calls over the past few months.
The last call came to mind.
“Where are you?” Micah had whined.
“I’ll tell you soon.”
“Why not tell me now? Black and me can come get you.”
“Don’t tell Black that you’re talking to me,” Lucas warned.
“Why?” Micah sounded confused.
“Because he hates me.”
