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Gene was honest.
“Recovering,” he said, refusing to give them anything more. He didn’t like games, and all day, that seemed to be what they were playing.
Games with Harrison Dune.
Games with Stafford Townsend.
Games with Julian Mercer.
Oh, and games with the commissioner.
“That’s good,” Payton stated. “Send our regards.”
Uh-huh.
Gene wasn’t mincing words. It was time for everyone to show their hand, and by everyone, he meant them.
“Okay, let’s drop the nicey-nice bullshit. What are you two really doing here? You told us yesterday that you both were pulled off the case over here. Do you have another case you’re working in this part of town? On a Sunday?” he asked, suspiciously.
The one cop laughed.
“You’re paranoid,” Kip said.
Gene didn’t deny it.
That was how he stayed alive.
He.
Questioned.
Everything.
“When it comes to cops in this city, I’ve learned to expect to get bit in the ass by their antics. Just lay it out,” he said. “You’re looking for us, and you’re working in this part of town.”
Kip sighed.
“Okay, fine,” he said. “The commissioner has us watching the bar again. He doesn’t trust that you guys are going to handle it. He wants us updating him since you’re dodging him.”
And there it was.
“On an FBI operation, he has two cops spying on us?” Ethan asked.
Both men shrugged.
“If it matters, we were really here to get something to eat. We’re sitting onBull’sfor the night. He wants this solved for Detective Price. That’s the truth.”
Greyson didn’t like this.
The city commissioner was tangling with the wrong people. The FBI could get mean.
If Gabe got wind of this…
Heads.
Would.
Roll.
