Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“What are you doing here?”
Why did Crew’s question sound like an accusation?
“Dropping off the pool car and I figured since I’m here, I’d get my daily report off my plate since I have the next two nights off.”
Without waiting for his response, she settled in front of an empty computer, and logged in. Instead of typing up her report, she opened the file for Landry’s Laundromat and read the notes on the business. She wasn’t surprised to find it already tagged by the task force as a business purchased for money laundering.
She shook her head. Of course, Crew knew that. He sent her there anyway to waste her time night after night. He had given her busy work, just like she suspected.
Did he feel threatened by her, or by who her father was?
It could very well be both.
That wasn’t her problem. That was his.
With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t spying on her, she scrolled through files and notes on the rest of the Demon-owned businesses.
The Peach Pit, a gentleman’s club. Money laundering and drug sales of methamphetamine and marijuana.
Lucky’s Car Wash. Money laundering.
Pizza Town. Money laundering and drug sales of methamphetamine and marijuana.
She kept scrolling. It was more of the same.
When she hit the bottom of the list, she quickly scrolled back up a half inch to a business that caught her eye.
The Hawg Wild Saloon. It had been mentioned the other day, but she hadn’t thought much about it.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she sat back and stared at the screen, letting her gray matter formulate a plan.
How could she utilize that business for undercover work?
Of course, the obvious would be that she could go in and buy drugs. However, a possible hiccup with that might be them having to warm up to her first before selling to her. Just to make sure she wasn’t five-o. Unfortunately, that honeymoon period could take time.
She wanted to prove her capabilities quickly with Crew so she wasn’t stuck with tedious and boring assignments.
She could go and hang out at Hawg Wild while not on the feds’ clock and let her face become familiar to the Demons. Or to whoever was working the bar and selling.
If they were even dealing from that location. That hadn’t been clear in the notes.
As she skimmed them, it stated it was solely a biker bar. That meant the general public most likely gave it a wide berth. So, some unknown Latina sitting in a corner by herself might catch some attention. And not the attention she wanted.
Or… She could go undercover there in another capacity.
During college, she had worked at a sports bar part-time during the semester and full-time during summer breaks. She had been mostly a server but occasionally filled in behind the bar when it was busy, or if they were short-handed. She learned to pour a draft beer properly. She knew how to carry a tray full of drinks and food without spilling any. She was good with customers. Even drunk ones.
The idea could work.
But convincing Crew to allow her to go undercover as a Hawg Wild employee might be more difficult than convincing the Demons to hire her.
She could hit the task force leader with a one-two punch. First, pretend she wanted to go undercover as a drug addict so she could go into Hawg Wild to do buys. When he balked at that, she could then suggest she go under as an employee.
And if, for some reason, he agreed from the start that she could do buys, then that was what she’d do.
She’d still get what she wanted. Which was action, of course.
It would also give her a purpose and make her an asset to the task force. If she was successful, it would look good on her employment record.
A win-win for everyone.
As she shut the computer down, a smile spread across her face.
Chapter Eight
She hid her car on the next block and wandered up to the back gate at The Plant. She wasn’t scheduled to work today, so it was the perfect time to try out the skills she learned after spending hours upon hours on YouTube watching special effects makeup tutorials.
Luckily, making up her face to look gaunt, full of sores, along with dark circles under her eyes hadn’t been too difficult after a few tries. As long as he didn’t look too closely.
She made sure to arrive at the back gate super early. Once there, she squatted down and leaned back against the fence to wait for the task force leader to arrive.
Dressed in ripped, filthy jeans and a stained hoodie, she also wore an old baseball cap she dragged through the dirt and tucked her hair underneath before pulling the sweatshirt’s hood over top of it to hide her face as much as possible.