Page 65 of Sticks and Stones
Well, at least Blackhawk and Cantrell were consistent if nothing else.
Greyson could always count on them for that.
“Come on, Grey. I need this pulled. The cases are tied, and if I’m going to figure out where Corbin went south on this, I need to start at the very beginning. That’s the trafficking case from the city’s Vice squad.”
Again, he wasn’t refuting that.
Not.
At.
All.
Only, he knew what it would take to make that happen, and it was out of his pay grade.
They’d have to do the dance with the Devil himself.
Gabriel Rothschild.
“Gene, you know that I don’t have the clout or authorization to pull a case from the local law. That’s above my position here, and yours. We’re drones, Gene. There’s only one person who can make that happen. You need to decide if you want to tangle with him.”
Oh, and he knew who.
Truth be told, they’d worked so damn hard to avoid the man the last few weeks since he’d hinted that he suspected that Gene and Ethan were more than work partners.
Staying under the radar kept them together. Dropping this on Gabe meant going back on that radar.
What they knew was they had eyes on them. They were under the magnifying glass as everything they did was being watched.
They just didn’t know how.
YET.
“Yeah, I know that Gabe has to do this, so I’ll have to get him to help. Corbin needs justice, and I’ll face down The Dragon Slayer for it.”
Greyson cringed.
“Please don’t call him that. It annoys him that he doesn’t know who started that shit. Why poke the bear, Gene? He gets mean.”
Gene laughed.
Technically, he was the bear that got poked.
By Ethan.
“I need Gabe’s help. I’ll do the dance with him.”
Oof.
Well, how could this go bad?
It looked like they were going to find out—up close and personally with a call to their boss.
On a Saturday.
At home.
Gene was really opening a can of worms when it came to Gabe.
