Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 172387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 862(@200wpm)___ 690(@250wpm)___ 575(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 862(@200wpm)___ 690(@250wpm)___ 575(@300wpm)
Each night when I left their place, like clockwork Mancini would call me just as I was entering the dorm, spooky. He’d ask for my progress on what I was working on, my thoughts, if I had any ideas of how to proceed, things like that. Things I was sure he already had the answers to.
The subject matter freaked me the fuck out because I was still trying to see the correlation between young girls being trafficked and Caitlin, but whenever I asked he’d ignore me, just not say shit.
So, he never said why he chose me to be part of this and I stopped asking. Our only contact was by phone, some of the weirdest damn conversations I’ve ever had in my life and the more we talked the more I got the sense that he was studying me from afar, the guy just knew too much.
Because sis seemed to trust him, and I was sure he was a friend of Mr. Lyon, I didn’t question him or anything he asked me to do. The only issue I had with him was his strict rules on secrecy. I wasn’t allowed to tell Caitlin that we were in touch, I wasn’t even allowed to tell Catalina that he’d called and she was the one who’d given him my number.
By the end of the second month I found myself being put through some kind of basic training that I’m pretty sure the SEALs developed back in the fifties or some shit.
These lessons took place on the basement level of Jace Saunders’ building. The guy really did own the whole place, I’d checked after that first night. I’m not going to say how much he shelled out for the whole building but he could’ve fed three over populated third world nations for half a century and still have some left for another Phantom or two easy.
By then Jace Saunders and his crew had stopped sizing me up and I’d learned to be at ease around them. They were a tight knit group that reminded me of my future father in law and his crew and just like Colton Lyon, I found Jace to be very protective of his friends.
It was easy to see from the get that he was the one in charge of their little group, the one who reeled them in from going too far. He was also a year younger than I and had a wife and kids; I never forgot that shit.
I promised myself to ask him how he managed that one, but in the beginning we were all too busy with whatever Mancini threw at us to think about our own personal lives.
We’d been spending most of our time together working on computers, each of us working on something different that in the end turned out to be pieces of the same puzzle. And when that picture finally became clear I asked him once again; what the fuck this shit had to do with Caitlin.
“What makes you think it has anything to do with her?”
“Isn’t she the reason you got in touch with me in the first place? I just don’t understand what this is all about. I do notice that most of these girls come from small towns like mine. Is Caitlin in some kind of trouble?”
Though I couldn’t see her dad letting anything like the sick shit I’d just been wading through happen to her.
“I’ll answer that question in due time. Your first Op is in two weeks, you need to be ready.”
“Wait, what? What am I going to be doing?”
“Jace has all the info, he’ll get with you tonight. And Todd, what we do here goes no further than you and I and the boys in that room with you.” Again he hung up the phone.
Lyon
Present Day
Home at last! We’d been back for a day after making the run out to Law’s place and things were only now getting back to normal. Damn kids act like refugees every time we leave and come back even though we never leave them for any real significant amount of time.
Their grandparents didn’t want to give them up, which I’m starting to think might be a good idea, let them stay with them a little longer so I can have some peace and quiet. Except my babies, Cody and the trips still need their daddy to protect them. Especially from their crazy ass sister.
Speaking of which, I haven’t seen her little ass sneaking around corners for a good hour, probably in my basement doing some illegal shit. “You okay babe?” My wife came sniffing around my office, not sure what the hell she’s after but it can’t be good.
Before we left Law’s place she and the ladies had their heads together concocting some shit that was sure to put my ass in traction. I can barely keep up with her shit since she met them and the ones in Georgia. I’m not gonna mention Mancini’s nosy ass wife. Fucking Feds.