Page 5 of Sticks and Stones
Hearing that, Corbin got excited.
Oh.
Hot.
Damn.
Corbin had come across something like that before, working with Ethan and Gene. They mentioned that shit was going down in a biker bar. All of the illegal activity seemed to be centered atBull’s Biker Bar.
Here it came, and Corbin was giddy. Someone was going to be going undercover.
He’d bet on it.
“Have you ever heard ofBull’s Biker Bar?” Payton asked, curiously.
Had he?
Hell!
Yeah!
Gene and Ethan had gone undercover there, and made him wait outside to cover them instead of letting him inside. They told him he was too green, and a baby detective. He’d wanted to go in with them in the worst way, but Gene wouldn’t budge.
Why?
Because his friend said it was dangerous and not a place for a new detective.
Well, that might be ending soon.
Thank freaking God.
It was clear that his peers didn’t see him as a baby detective, and that the two Feds had been overprotective.
Now, Corbin fought to stay calm because he wanted to do cartwheels around the room.
“Yeah, a case I worked not that long ago involved that bar. The two Feds that I sometimes work with figured out that it was connected toSyn, and we all went there. I was their backup outside,” he admitted. “But I was fully vetted on the place after they got out.”
Kip was aware.
He’d read the man’s report, and that was why his boss had been okay passing this off to Homicide. They needed someone who wasn’t afraid of going to that shithole.
If they could find some.
That place was a nightmare.
Unfortunately for them, their covers weren’t going to hold if they went in, and they needed someone whose would.
“Did they tell you much about the place as it pertained to the trafficking aspect?” he asked.
Corbin played it cool.
This was his way in, and he knew he could pull it off if given the chance. While Ethan and Gene had told him he would be a fish out of water, he didn’t believe that.
Not.
At.
All.
