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“Yup! Oh, and Uncle Cisco, I love the name Marisol! It’s the perfect name for your new baby.”
“Marisol? That was my Abuela’s name. How did you know?” Cisco grinned at Everly.
“It’s Uncle Luca’s idea. Marisol Vivienne after both of your grandmothers.” Everly walked into the kitchen. “Add mozzarella sticks with extra sauce to our order, Daddy! I workeddamnedhard today!”
Ronan reached for his phone. He called Greek Life and placed the order, adding baklava, which was one of Everly’s favorites. “Are we good here?” Ronan asked, sounding tentative.
Cisco sighed. “Yeah, we’re good. The four of you did what you were trained to do. You followed the evidence and didn’t let anypersonal bias keep you from coming for me. You’ll probably end up with medals and the fucking key to the city, but there’s gonna need to be a lot of clean up when this story breaks.”
“Yeah, we were prepared for that as well. My first call after I arrested you was going to be to the mayor.” Fitz shrugged, wearing a guilty look.
“Jesus Christ, you were prepared to bring my ass down.” Cisco shivered. It was obvious he was thinking how close he’d come to being locked up.
“Yeah, but now we need to figure out how to bring Oliveri’s ass down.”
“I know exactly how to do it. Let’s eat and then I’ll fill you guys in.” Cisco got up from the table and headed for the living room. “Everly deserves more than a visit with her cousin after the way she saved my ass. You think she’d like a brand new Corvette?”
“If you get one for her, that means Wolfie and Aurora need to get one too!” Fitzgibbon teased.
“I can do that!” Cisco whistled as he headed into the living room.
Ronan sunk into his seat. He felt like his entire body was made of jelly. He, Jude, and Fitz had been minutes away from arresting their friend and boss on a heinous series of charges. Thank God Everly had come to the rescue before it had been too late. The damage that could have been done to Cisco could have sunk his career regardless of whether he’d been innocent or not.
Now that Ronan knew who the real killer was, he wasn’t going to stop until Robbert “Bobbo” Oliveri was behind bars along with his accomplices.
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Tennyson
After getting his first good night’s sleep in nearly a week, Tennyson felt like a million bucks. Ronan was back to his usual bright eyed and bushy tailed self as well. For what was about to happen, they would all need to be at their very best.
Once dinner had been eaten, Cisco outlined his plan to get Oliveri. He was going to wear a wire and get his former partner to confess all his sins. Ronan hadn’t liked the idea when Cisco introduced it and he didn’t like it now, based on the sour look on his face.
“Ronan, take a breath,” Ten said, while Fitz and Cisco went over the plan one last time.
“There’s a lot riding on this meeting between Cisco and Oliveri, there are a million things that can go wrong.”
“There are also a million things that can goright. If Oliveri doesn’t confess to Cisco, then you’ve got arrest and search warrants for Oliveri and his property. Everly told you where tofind the crucial evidence. Along with you, Fitz, and Jude, Cisco is being covered and protected by the Salem Police.”
“What about you? Is your gift picking up anything?” Ronan’s voice was filled with anxiety.
Ten shook his head. “Just that you’re going to be okay, but don’t use that as an excuse to be reckless. Follow Cisco’s plan. Come home to our family. Got it?”
“Yeah,” Ronan said, not sounding at all happy about it.
“Okay,” Cisco said. “This is it.” He was standing on the sidewalk in front of Ten and Ronan’s house dressed in a pair of tan cargo shorts and a short sleeved button up. In the front pocket was a pen, outfitted with a Blue Tooth transmitter that connected to Fitzgibbon’s phone, which he wore strapped to his arm as if he were going for a run. Every single word that was said would be recorded to be used against Oliveri at trial. “Just remember to park far enough back that Oliveri doesn’t see you coming and realize this is a trap.”
“We’ve done this a time or two before, chief. We won’t mess it up,” Ronan assured Cisco.
“Yeah, but you’re also the dumbasses who thoughtIwas the killer.” Cisco rolled his eyes.
“We’re never going to live that down, are we?” Jude asked.
“Not likely,” Cisco agreed. “I’m off. You remember the safe word?”
“Picnic,” Ronan said. “If we hear that word, we’re coming in hot, so be ready.”
“Let’s roll.” With those words, Cisco got into his truck and drove away.
