Page 168 of Sticks and Stones
“Oh, and LaRue, watch your back, and I hope your father gets well soon.”
Her phone beeped.
“Oh, holy shit,” she muttered. “It’s Gabe, and it’s like he has goddamn ears all over the place. I swear that if you mention his name, he can hear you with that spell that he bought from the Devil.”
He laughed.
“I’ll let you take that call,” he said, knowing how she felt. Gabe called at the worst times.
“Thanks,” she said. “Fight the good fight, Cantrell. See you back in DC, someday, if I survive this nightmare.”
Then, the call went dead.
Oh, Gene was so goddamn grateful to Gabe that he could kiss him.
Now, he wasn’t so paranoid.
Oh, he was still worried about Gabe breaking him and Ethan up, but if Elizabeth was right, they were safely tucked away because they weren’t on his shit list.
Honestly, he trusted her—more than he trusted Gabe—that was for damn sure.
Heading back to the table, he found Greyson still talking to the men, so he’d catch up, and clue Greyson in later.
When he sat down, across from Greyson, they were talking about brands on the victims.
Sitting, they all looked over at him.
“What did you find out?” Greyson asked.
Well, he was going to play dumb, for now.
“Nothing,” he stated. “There’s nothing at the FBI that gives us a heads-up,” he offered, lying to keep his word to Elizabeth. He’d tell Greyson as much as he could when they were alone.
“Damn,” Kip said. “We really need to know what’s going on,” he admitted.
Because it was time to go, and that Gene had to believe Greyson asked all the questions they needed, he got the show on the road.
He pulled a card from behind his badge and handed it to the one detective.
“If you hear more about this drug, let me know. I’ll see if the FBI has anything at a later date and help you out.”
Yeah, well, he wouldn’t be doing that.
If the CIA had run an OP in Colombia, there was no way they would wantANYONE, especially law enforcement divisions to know about it.
Hopefully, Elizabeth was right.
They shut it down and this was just what product was here was here before her mission.
Greyson clued him in, so they were on the same page.
“In New York, law enforcement caught a victim who had a brand on his body—like the ones found here. That’s how they are connecting them. Only, he didn’t survive for long. He died under hospital care.”
He knew about Corbin’s brand on his thigh. He’d seen it when he was standing sentry as Ethan swabbed him and helped him dress.
“What was the brand?” he asked, not recalling it from Corbin’s notes, and they’d yet to get the ME’s autopsy notes.
Payton clued him in.
