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Ty
“Ah, you dirty motherfuckers. I can’t believe you left Marc blue-balling like that,” the guy Liam had called Kyzer said as he sat in a chair in the room we were all gathered in.
“Yeah, I wish we hadn’t left him blue-balling,” Kyle grumbled, leaving me to suspect there was more to the story.
While he and Liam were out fetching Liam’s contact, Mick and Tara had selected the windowless room we were in and asked me to help them clear it out for when our “prisoner” arrived. I didn’t exactly understand all the details of everything that was going down, but I had a feeling that was going to become the norm for me.
At least for a while.
The bright fluorescent lights beamed down on Kyzer as he leaned back, rattling the cuffs against the arms of the metal chair. He checked out his restraints. “Kinky. Okay, what we got today, Liam? And don’t be too long. I have things to do. I’m a busy man.”
I initially thought Liam or Kyle might encourage me to leave since surely they’d be talking about sensitive information with Kyzer, but no one pressed. Hell, considering everything else I’d been privy to, I guessed they didn’t see a reason to. I was basically an unofficial IPB agent.
I sat in a chair beside Tara, waiting to see what information their contact would provide.
“Kyzer, you’re being officially detained until we finish our investigation,” Liam said.
“An investigation? And here I thought the FBI’s interest in our town had waned over the years. Must be a big deal if you’re back here.”
FBI?
No one corrected him either. I wondered if that was Liam’s cover so he could keep the IPB under wraps.
Liam scrunched up his face as he studied Kyzer’s expression. “You don’t look surprised that I’m here.” His voice was laced with suspicion, and I wondered if that was intentional or if I was just getting really damn good at reading him.
“Well, you guys don’t keep me on the payroll because there’s nothing happening down here. You gotta admit I’m right about that. Safe to assume it involves the Blackmore Clan?”
“That’s a very safe assumption.”
“Apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree, has it?”
“Not at all, and apparently, it’s an apple that wants me dead.”
“Oh, really? Well, I guess it’s only fair, I assume, considering you didoffhis father.”
“So you didn’t know there was a hit on the guys who took on Blackmore’s crew in the nineties?”
“That news definitely hasn’t made its way to my joint, no.”
“Needless to say, we’re real curious how he found out who was involved in our operation back in the day.”
“You don’t think it was me, do you?”
“No, you wouldn’t have been aware of the other agents involved in this, not to my knowledge, at least. Unless you have something you need to confess.”
“Liam, I think you know me well enough to know I wouldn’t fuck with the FBI. So, what do you need from me?”
“Intel about the current Blackmore Clan, particularly Junior. We need to know about current operations, org structure. I want to know who’s who. I want to know when and where Ivan Jr. takes a shit. Everything you got.”
“And you need this because…”
“Uh-uh, Pearce. You know how this works. We’re the ones who ask the questions. It’s a one-way transaction.”
“I can tell you, Liam, that no one gets anything from a one-way transaction.”
Liam looked to Tara and rolled his eyes.
