Page 63 of Remember When We
The fucker was using his title for all kinds of benefits. Police captain turning a blind eye and helping to smuggle terrorists out of the country.
He was something else. Bailey Donovan really was.
“Don’t worry about it man. I got this. No problem.”
“There better not be. This is a billion dollar gig. I love my money,” Bailey warned before he turned and walked away.
Frankie did the same thing.
My whole body was numb.
Numb from the discovery of what we were up against.
But fuck, I had the worst idea ever—The absolute worse.
It was something like this that Marshall had seen eight years ago. Something just like this and it got him killed.
I wanted to get these people and get them good too.
“What are you thinking Gio?” Gibbs asked.
“I want to piss them off.”
“Gio, this just got a whole lot worse.”
Yes, I didn’t doubt that.
I was going to play with them and when I had them scrambling around I’d hit them hard, right below the belt.
I wanted a confession out of Bailey. I wanted to hear him say that he was responsible for Marshall’s death. To do that though I was going to need leverage.
I think I just got that in the form of the world’s most wanted man.
Dante shook his head, he really knew me. I just looked at him and knew, he already knew the plan that was brewing in my mind.
“Gio that could fucking backfire.” Dante frowned.
“We just have to hope it won’t Dante. Time for some good old-fashioned kidnapping.”
“Kidnapping?” Gibbs asked, mouth dropping.
Leverage. I’d take Torrez in exchange for a confession.
If they crossed me and pissed me off, I’d hand him over to the feds myself.
They didn’t know who they were messing with.
“What we gonna do? Grab him when he comes out of his room?” Dante asked.
“No, we just walk in there and take him.” I smiled a wicked smile I didn’t really feel. “Old school.”
Dante chuckled. “Old school.”
“God. I think I need to increase my hourly fees and look over my contractual terms.” Gibbs sighed.
I pulled out my phone. It was time to round up the boys, bring Chicago to Philly.
Sometimes you had to send a message loud and clear to get results.
