Page 2 of Out of Bounds
It’s large, which means it contains the shit this job was made for. Basically, every cops dream and Logan is the bad ass ex-marine version of a fairy godmother.
Time to get serious.
“What have you got for me?”
“I have news, both good and bad. Which do you want first?”
“Logan, it’s late. A man wants the good news first at this time of day.”
“All right. The good news is I have enough evidence of Lev Ivanov’s involvement with the drug ring for you to arrest his ass and question him about the shipments.”
My fucking mouth drops, and I have to stare at him in disbelief. We’ve been trying to get that bastard for almost a year with no leads whatsoever. Only loose, then dead ends. He’s a motherfucker linked to the Bratva who’s an expert in covering his tracks. Of course, I’m sure they helped cover those for him too.
Yet here Logan is with actual evidence.
“How the fuck did you get evidence?”
He smiles weakly. “Ethan, I told you if you ask me things like that, you might not be able to continue using my services.”
“Fine. I’ll try not to ask. What the fuck did you get?”
He opens the envelope and shows me an image of Liev with Santiago Hernandez, a known drug lord from L.A. and part of the Alvarez cartel, one of the most powerful cartels in the world. The two are at the docks standing right by the cargo ships.
While my mouth continues to drop to the ground, Logan sets that picture down on my desk then proceeds to take out another couple of images. One has Liev taking a stack of cash and a suitcase. Another has him laughing with Santiago and then the last couple with the men we questioned weeks ago. All are standing together. When we questioned them they said they knew nothing of Liev. I knew there were lying. Now I have proof.
“I’d say that’s enough evidence to take him down. I also have a recording that captures what they were saying, but I have to clean it up. You’ll have that by tomorrow night.”
“Jesus Logan, what the hell? When did this happen?”
“About an hour ago give or take. He’s the link to get to the big guy and this looks like a side job he stood to benefit from. There were no other Russians there and it’s not common for a guy like him to travel alone. With this type of evidence, he’ll sing like a fucking canary. He won’t want this to get back to his leaders because they’ll kill his ass. Ethan, believe me when I say we got him.”
“Good work Rambo.”
He smiles at me. We have our running jokes where he’s Rambo and depending on what day I’m having I’m either Clint Eastwood inDirty Harryor Bruce Willis as John McLane inDie Hard. Tonight, feels like aDie Hardnight.
“What the hell could be the bad news?” I add straightening up.
He presses his lips together and pulls out two more photos from the envelope.
When he sets them down before me, I get my answer.
The pictures are of Bree Carson, the girl—woman now—who’s haunted my mind for the last twenty years of my life, and Liev.
A pang of jealousy strikes me first like a punch to my gut. Then I see nothing but red when I think of the danger she could be in.
What the hell are you doing with this guy Bree?
On the first picture she looks happy and beautiful with her long brown hair flowing to the side and her bright green eyes hooked on Liev while they have a candlelit dinner.
The second picture makes me want to shoot something. The two are kissing in the black Range Rover we’ve been tracking Liev in for the last few months.
I have no business feeling like I’m about to pop a blood vessel, but I do.
“Bree and Liev?” I grit my teeth, giving Logan a narrowed stare.
“Yeah. They’re together. One of my men got that image yesterday. I have another guy who checked out a few things and it looks like they’ve been seeing each other for a few months.”
“You didn’t know she was seeing him?” Bree is Quinn’s best friend. They’re the exact equivalent of Logan and me.
