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)
“Why the Dirty Angels since they don’t have anything to do with the meth trafficking?”
“To make buys. Larger quantities for resale. Though, Fletch is working hard on getting patched over to the Demons so we have someone on the inside,” Finn answered, still pecking away at the keyboard.
“That was test number three. To see if you were up to speed on the investigation,” Crew announced like it was some kind of “gotcha” moment.
“You just said this task force was formed a year ago. I was only told I was being assigned to this task force five days ago. And in that five days I had to move from Virginia to here. I know the basics, I didn’t have time to get into all the nitty gritty details.”
A snort came from the redheaded Finn.
“Then I guess you’ll need to get up to speed. Since we have fifteen group members each with,” Crew pursed his lips, “mmm… I don’t know, probably three hundred and sixty-five daily reports or so, that might take you a while.”
She almost choked on her own spit. “You want me to read every daily report?”
“Do you have something better to do?”
What a dick. “I would if you assigned me something better to do.”
“Until I find the best way to use you, it can’t hurt to begin reading through the reports.”
Best way to use you.
She opened her mouth to ask what his own reports said. They were probably short and to the point. “From eight to five, I was an asshole.”
Of course, she didn’t ask. But, damn, did she want to. She had to remind herself that he was in charge and, no matter what, she answered to him.
She might’ve only been a special agent for a year, about the same length of time this task force existed, but she had a good reputation and wanted to keep it that way. She would not let the man cause her to get a black mark on her record.
Her father might be one of the top dogs in the DEA, but she got this job all on her own. Because of that, she wanted to be recognized for her hard work, not for riding on his coattails.
Most people in the organization most likely thought she’d have it easy.
She didn’t want easy.
She wanted to be treated the same as everyone else.
Despite what anyone thought, he did not pull one damn string to get her into the agency. “Fine. I can get started today. Point me to the computer you want me to use. I’ll make sure to take notes in case there’s a quiz when I’m done.”
The room was suddenly very quiet and as she glanced around, she noticed all eyes pointed in her direction.
The amusement was clear on Torres’, Finn’s and Mullins’ mugs. Nox wore a blank mask and as for Crew...
It appeared that he was grinding his teeth.
“You’d be much prettier if you smiled,” slipped out of her before she could stop it, resulting in a few howls of laughter.
Damn it.
Chapter Three
Crew’s gaze automatically landed on Cabrera’s Audi as he rode his Harley through the gate and into a parking spot.
Damn, she beat him here this morning. Most likely an attempt to earn some brownie points.
Since he had to assume she was already upstairs reading through the daily reports, after securing the back gate, he headed into the rear patio area of The Plant. He slipped his cell phone from his back pocket and dropped onto a lounge chair.
He needed his caffeine fix but that would have to wait until he made this call first. He found the number and pressed Send.
“Damn, brother, it’s way too early to hear your voice in my ear. Unless you plan on whispering sweet nothings to me?”
“Did I interrupt you and Wilder getting wild? Put me on video chat so I can watch and score your performance.”
“Fuck off.”
Crew chuckled.
“So, what the fuck do you want?” Fletch asked.
“Got a proposal for you.”
“I don’t think Nova wants to share me. I don’t swing that way, anyway. Try Monty. Maybe she’ll feel sorry for you and toss you a bone.”
“Monty’s already getting some.”
A long pause filled his ear. Finally Fletch asked, “Since when?”
“Don’t know, but she brought him to the Christmas party… and Sadie’s funeral.”
“Why the fuck is this the first I’m hearing about it?” Fletch shouted.
“Why do you care?”
“Because she’s one of our brothers… sister. Whatever. She’s family. I hate being out of the loop. He’s not an ex-con, is he? He didn’t woo her with a bouquet of shanks while in a candlelit cell at SCI Greene?”
“We can’t find out shit about him since she’s being super sneaky. But we suspect he could be a serial killer.”
“What the fuck?”
“Wears loafers, khakis and bowties.”
Fletch must’ve had to digest that news since it took him forever to say, “Now I know you’re fucking with me.”