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“Okay—let’s say you’re right and it is about a woman.” I leaned forward. “How do we find out who and where she is?”
“I think the answer lies at that house.” Rei was thoughtful now.
“I don’t see how but we could check it out tonight.” I told him.
“What house?” Patrick asked.
The Braislin mansion.” Rei replied.
“Of course, you’d say that place.” Patrick pulled out his gun to check it. “Fine. Let’s do this.”
Rei sighed. “Okay. Let’s move the other idiot in the trunk to a cell, then we can figure things out.”
Chapter 7
Rei
The day rattled on until darkness landed. I received confirmation from Tex that the Ortega we’d captured was the same one Dude was familiar with. He also informed us that Dude was on his way.
It would be nice to have some familiar help at my back.
Beast had also activated Barbie and Crash and they were almost ready to take off.
Until then, I had to hold the fort.
We found a place to house Ortega, cells underneath our hanger that hadn’t been used in fifteen years. We should be able to hold both our captives there until Dude arrived.
We took Patrick back to my place and I sent him to get some rest. Checking on the house could wait until the next day.
In the meantime, I took the jeep and headed to the beach house to give Eton a break so he could go home.
“A man keeps coming by.” Eton told me as he gathered his snacks. “He doesn’t go in, just stops, stares at the place then leaves again. I took a few pictures of him. They aren’t very clear because of the lighting.”
“I’ll work on cleaning them up when I get back in.”
Eton nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”
“I’ll be fine.” I promised. “Head back to my place. Patrick is there with Bailey. Get a shower and some rest. Jasmine will come in the morning.”
“Okay, sir.”
“And Eton?”
“Sir?”
“Call me, Zero.” I told him.
“Yes Si—I mean, Zero.”
I offered him a smile and stepped away from his car so he could drive of.
Once I was in position, I set my phone on vibrate and sit it face down on the seat between my legs. I lowered the back of my seat and waited, watching the house, all the while wondering what Justice wanted at the old mansion.
Surveillance had never been my favourite part of the job. This was more of a Mouth thing. He had a lot more patience than anyone on our team. I supposed that was a good thing—being the negotiator and all.
Sitting in one place—usually, a cramped space—for prolonged periods of time, drinking horrible coffee and eating junk food had never been my idea of a good time.
But I knew this was a part of police work.
