Page 163 of Sticks and Stones
Kip sighed.
“Apparently, it’s big in the port cities, or it’s going to be. We’re being flooded. If we don’t get it stopped now, in ten to fifteen years, we’ll have a shitstorm.”
Terrific.
How could that get worse?
It looked like they were going to find out.
There was a storm coming, andPhillywas in its path.
This sucked.
Chapter Ten
The Men’s Room
Privacy Time
Saturday Afternoon
When it came to being in the know, there was really only one agent that Gene Cantrell trusted to go to, off of the record. She was Gabe’s golden child, and if she didn’t know what was going on, he’d be surprised.
So, he was going straight to the horse’s mouth on this one.
Elizabeth LaRue.
It was a damn good thing they’d worked a few cases together, before he teamed up with Ethan and while he’d been on the Vice squad. Because he had, he knew the kind of agent she was.
A good one.
So, he reached out to her. In his phone, he had her under a fake name, in case the FBI got spicy. Gene was more than willing to cover his tracks.
When he called her, there was no answer, and that surprised him. Normally, she picked up.
So, he left a message.
“LaRue, it’s Cantrell. I have a problem and need some answers. Give me a call back ASAP. I think we have a situation that isn’t going to end well for any of us.”
When he hung up, he stared into the mirror, and into his own eyes. All he could hope for was this wasn’t happening inPhilly.
Drugs and trafficking were bad enough, but mix them together, and it was a shitstorm. It was a nightmare for whoever got tagged with it.
And at that moment, he and Ethan were at the center of this, thanks to Corbin.
Again.
When his phone rang, he knew it was her. Elizabeth used a blocked number when she called.
“Hey,” he said answering. “Thanks for calling me back,” he stated. “How’s tricks?”
She laughed.
Where to start?
“Well, I just got off another back-to-back case, and Gabe is likely sending me out again. Oh, and my father is in surgery for his gallbladder. So as you can imagine, I’m spread thin. I hope the kind of help you need isn’t my physical help, Cantrell, because I’m not only burning the candle at both ends, but I literally tossed that bitch into the flames of Hell.”
He understood that.
