“So, I’m gonna rule her out.” Dorian bit the inside of his lip.
I agreed. Wes started laughing.
“I’d have a field day with a set up like this,” Wes stated.
I shook my head at him, but the seriousness returned to me when Dorian switched the screen back to Ethan.
Ethan’s picture came up first, then the number listing. I recognized one of the numbers in yellow. That was the number I corresponded with him on. Up to the other day that was the number I’d sent the code red to.
Dorian went to the first blue number.
“This one is the oldest. I’ll start with that, it’s dated back eight weeks,” Dorian said, tapping into the number. Like on Gina’s profile, the number came up with messages.
I’d already decided in my mind that the only thing these messages would contain in relation to Ethan was mission guidelines.
Until I saw the first message from Ethan.
Giovanni Marchesi has the blueprints. If we get our hands on those it’s world domination. We can sell it to the highest bidder.
Ethan
That was what the message said… and as I read it shock slammed into my soul and froze my heart in my chest.
When Dorian flicked to the response from the sender I was ready to breathe fire:
I have a guy from North Korea. I’ll get the prints from the mobster.
Leave it with me,
Balthazar
Dorian looked to me, the humor gone from his face.
“Is it something like this you’re looking for? It tends to tick all the boxes,” he remarked.
I couldn’t even answer. I was just staring at the computer screen trying to process what I was reading.
Balthazar?
Ethan?
No…
It couldn’t be true.
It couldn’t.
Ethan wanted to take down Balthazar way back when, when I was part of the team. This didn’t make any form of sense. But there was no mistake here.
Dorian switched the screen to another message from Ethan. This one had my name.
Ethan:
We need to move fast before The Chameleon takes the prints. Xander Cage is the only one I know who can get in and out of anywhere without being seen.
Balthazar:
Thought we killed that fucktard.
