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She let out a relieved sigh. “You can’t hold me for trace amounts.”
“I could keep you here, but I believe you’re innocent.”
Allison sighed with relief.
“But I’m going to bring your sister in for questioning.”
Allison stared. “You can’t do that.”
He leaned back in his chair. “I can.”
Questioning Di would agitate her sister, possibly worse. Allison knew this could go south fast.
“Please don’t. Di is innocent.”
He drummed his fingers on the desk. “Your sister...she’s marrying Paul Davis, Hernandez’s nephew. Wedding’s at Hernandez’s mansion on Starfish Island.”
“How do you know...?”
“I imagine you’ll be in the bridal party. And you’ve met the groom’s uncle as well, maybe even have been there to the mansion a time or two to see the grounds and where the ceremony will take place.”
Allison shot up in her chair so fast, the jacket tumbled off her shoulders. “Oh no, oh hell no. I know where you’re going with this...”
Rafe stood and went behind her, placing the jacket back on her shoulders. “Then you know I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I am not getting you an invitation to that wedding!”
He stood in front of her once more, and his smile resembled that of a Cheshire cat. A lean-hipped, trim cat with intense dark eyes, and sexier than any man had the right to be when questioning, no, grilling, a suspect.
“A wedding invitation? No, my dear Ms. Lexington. Far from it. You and your lovely sister are going to get me onto Starfish Island and into that house where she got the ‘candy’ before the wedding. Tomorrow, in fact. Tomorrow will suit me fine.”
CHAPTER 6
Taking risks came with the dangers of the job. But this kind of risk might get him killed.
Or worse—fired.
Rafe didn’t care. When it came to Hernandez and how the bastard was no doubt distributing drugs that his own goddaughter had nearly eaten, well, he got a little mad.
Nothing else mattered but nailing the son of a bitch.
The task force had heard Hernandez expected a large shipment of fentanyl to his expensive mansion on Starfish Island. Rafe long suspected the drug dealer was smuggling in drugs from Mexico using sleek racing boats he owned. The boats docked at his private mansion, and Rafe suspected the drugs were unloaded under the cover of night. For the past six months, no activity was seen, but they’d received word things had picked up around the mansion. Boats were seen unloading crates of everything from silverware and glassware to linens.
Illicit drugs were nestled inside those crates. He’d bet his badge on it. Bastard was using his nephew’s wedding as cover to smuggle drugs.
In all the instances law enforcement tried to catch him, Hernandez evaded them.
Couldn’t even get enough probable cause for a search warrant. All Rafe needed was photographic evidence the drugs were on Hernandez’s estate and they could obtain a search warrant and finally nail the dealer.
He pulled the ball cap low over his eyes against the noonday sun. He wore loose khaki pants and a long-sleeved gray shirt over a plain white T-shirt. The pickup truck he drove had a sign that read Lopez Flowers and Landscaping.
To add to his disguise, he’d shaved off his short beard.
He had the worried sister in tow. He needed Allison there. Not so much to gain access, but because Diana was an unknown and he knew Allison.
Protest she might, but when it came to getting a job done, she was smooth professionalism.
The woman could lie with the best of them. Convincing enough to sell an air-conditioner to a scientist living in the Arctic Circle.
