Page 164 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

Crew set his jaw and scraped a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Let me schedule a meeting with Williams and let him take this info up the ladder. I’ll press the fact that the Demons cutting out La Cosa Nostra will cause an explosion. That alone should be enough for the higher-ups to swallow a whole bottle of heartburn preventative. Last thing they want is to let three MCs and the Pittsburgh Mafia get into messy war. It won’t be good optics for the feds if we were capable of heading that off. As it always happens, shit like this is never neatly contained. The casualties won’t be limited to the criminals we don’t want to see the light of day ever again. Some innocent bystanders could get caught in the crossfire.”

If Decker expected another response, he wasn’t getting it.

“Fletch and Wilder,” he called out, “make sure you email me everything you have on this shit show. Don’t leave out even the smallest detail. While I want to take these fuckers down, I also want to make sure our asses are covered.” He turned to Torres. Since he was the plant manager, the man was in charge of the wiretaps and transcripts. “Make sure we aren’t missing anything. Again, the smallest detail might not seem like anything but sometimes it’s the most important. Anything you think I need to see in those transcripts, make sure you point them out to me.”

Torres gave him a single nod. “Got it. It can’t hurt to put extra people on listening in and transcribing.”

A few groans circled the room.

“Yeah, I know transcribing sucks, but it’s important work,” Torres told them.

“Agreed,” Crew said. “I’m also going to set up a meeting with the leaders of both group one and three to compare notes and make sure we’re not missing anything.”

“If the Demons keep growing as fast as they are, we’ll be getting out of this rat hole and back into my house sooner than later,” Fletch announced.

Crew glanced over at Cami at that news. She met his eyes and slightly lifted one eyebrow in response.

She should start looking for another place. It had been hard enough for him to find Fletch and Wilder a crappy apartment, so finding something nice would be even more difficult. Decent rentals were getting snapped up almost immediately.

At worst, she could swap places with Fletch and move into that apartment temporarily until she found something better.

Or…

He considered Rez across the table. His brother frowned back at him, probably wondering why Crew was staring at him.

Another option might be that she could rent a room in Carmen Alvarez’s house for a short stint. Rez’s mom would probably love the company and they could speak Spanish with each other until their throats were sore.

Plus, Cami definitely wouldn’t starve. She’d be eating damn good.

But that would be a last resort, as he definitely didn’t want Rez riding his fucking ass right now. He had enough on his plate with this latest task force news.

“All right, anything else?” he asked.

His question was greeted with silence and a few head shakes.

He clapped his hands together. “Then let’s get back to being the Demons’ worst nightmare.”

“Fuck yeah,” fellow DEA agent, Luke Rodgers shouted.

“We’ll do our part. Later, brothers,” Fletch called out before hanging up.

When everyone in attendance got up from the table or turned back to their desks, Cami carefully rose from her seat, once again tugging at her skirt.

If she had to keep doing that, maybe she shouldn’t fucking wear something so goddamn short.

Crew swallowed all of that down and instead, pulled in a calming breath.

Torres released a low whistle. “Damn, woman, you’re probably beating those Neanderthals off with their own clubs.”

Crew scowled at him. “How’s the wife and kids, Torres?” The man hadn’t made a comment about her outfit earlier when she first came upstairs. He was only trying to get Crew to react. And of course, Crew did like an idiot.

Torres shot him a grin. “Just because I’m married and a father, doesn’t make me blind.”

“Your wife might blind you if she finds out you’re eyeing up other woman,” Crew warned.

“I’m appreciating, not ogling.”

“Your better half might not agree.”

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