Nic cut the other direction, upending a table and chair himself in case Percy tried to run toward them instead of away, though the rest of the patrons bolting toward the door would have made a front exit difficult.
Percy, however, did exactly what they wanted.Ran straight for the back door.
“He’s headed out back,” Nic shouted across the room at Cam.
“Intercept,” Cam called as Percy slammed through the exit door.Right into the waiting arms of the other agents.
By the time Nic and Cam reached the alley, the other agents had cuffed Percy and one had him shoved face-first against the cement wall.
“Hey, you can’t do this!”Percy struggled against the agent’s hold.“What about my rights?”
Cam took the other agent’s place, wrapping a hand over Percy’s cuffed wrists and pressing him harder against the wall.“He’s not going to object,” Cam said with a nod at Nic.
“You’re an attorney,” Percy spat his direction.“Do something.”
“Sure,” Nic said, then proceeded to read him his Miranda rights.
Cam smiled wider with each word.“Nice not to have to do that for a change.”He flipped Percy around and pushed him back against the wall.“Becca told you who we are?”
Percy tried to play dumb.“Becca who?”Failed.
“He recognized me back in the restaurant,” Nic said.“Maybe not you.”
Cam had been masked at Stefan and Anica Kristic’s condo, and this was technically Nic and Aidan’s case even though Cam had been regularly briefed.Becca wouldn’t know Cam was the one chasing her now.Unless Abby...He banished the thought, wisely put there by Cam, but not wanting to think about Abby turning on them or cracking under pressure.Or worse, torture.
“I got no idea who you are,” Percy tried again.Failed again.
“You know,” Nic said, “you’re also in the running for Stupidest Crook of the Year.Eating a block away from the scene of the crime, and you didn’t even change out of the fucking suit that’s too big for you.Just ditched the wig.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Then how’d you know I was an attorney?How’d you recognize me?”
“I work around here.I’ve seen you before.”
“Give it up, Percy,” Cam said.“We’ve got your prints at the scene and Becca’s deposit in your account.”
“So let’s see, then,” Nic said, holding up a hand and ticking off charges on his fingers.“Evading arrest, breaking and entering, assault and battery, kidnapping, attempted murder.”
Percy changed his tune real fast, going on the defensive.“I didn’t break and enter.The big dude let me in.And I wasn’t trying to murder him.”
“Near thing that,” Cam said.“Giving him a triple dose.”
“He was a big motherfucker,” Percy argued.He probably thought he was helping his case, not digging his own grave.Confessing.
“Add accessory after the fact,” Nic said.“To attempted robbery and felony murder.”
Percy went white as a ghost.“What murder?”The kid’s voice shook, finally properly scared.Properly informed of the pile of shit he’d stepped into.“I ain’t trying to kill no one.”
“Then you better help us, Percy,” Cam said.
Percy’s eyes slid from Cam back to him.“Help you with what?”
Now that they had a pawn, they could set a trap for the queen.“Stop the next robbery.”
“Thank you for delivering my package.”Becca’s satisfied smile was evident in her voice, filling the war room from where it echoed out of the speakerphone.“I’ve just sent the second wire.”
“And the third?”Percy replied.
