I nodded, even if I felt hesitant about the conversation to come. Sal was going to be so pissed that I had agreed to do something like this without talking to him about it first. Uncle Jerry wasn't going to be much better. He might actually murder me.
I didn't even want to think about what Clarke would do. That man had shown his true colors, and I wasn't going to forgive him any time soon. I may be scatterbrained at times, and even clumsy, but it was never on purpose.
I hope he spent the next decade sleeping on the couch.
I took the hand Sal held out to me and then walked with him out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the stairs. I could hear voices coming from the living room as we descended the stairs. I expected it. I did not expect the extra guest we had.
“Supervisory Special Agent Dan Crenshaw.”
The older man smiled at me. “It's good to see you, Mr. Delvecchio, although you look a little less okay than the last time I saw you.”
“Lany, please.” While I had suggested someone call him, I hadn't really expected him to show up, and so quickly, too. “I had a little run-in with an overly aggressive police officer. It's nothing to worry about now.”
I took a seat on one of the couches and then cuddled into Sal's side when he sat down next to me. “Does everyone know everyone?”
That would help.
When everyone nodded, including Special Agent Crenshaw and Detective Sparks, I started talking. “The DEA went to Lyn about a case they needed his help on, but due to his current workload, he wasn't able to help them. He suggested me.”
“What did they need you to do?” Sal asked.
“They needed a computer expert to go undercover and work on a computer owned by a known drug dealer. The plan was to reroute his money to a DEA-created account so that he couldn't make and sell more drugs. They also needed me to try and track where the money was coming from.”
“Is that why you were working on a computer?” Detective Sparks asked.
I nodded. “I told SeRoy that the computer wasn't working because it overheated so he wouldn't bug me about the money. He thought I was laundering it for him and moving it all to an offshore account that couldn't be traced.”
“SeRoy?”
“Alex SeRoy,” I stated. “He was the drug dealer I was dealing with. I've never heard of that Viggo guy.”
“What did you do with the money?” the detective asked. “Were you able to get it rerouted?”
“I did, but…” I glanced at Supervisory Special Agent Dan Crenshaw. “Lyn suggested I put it into a different account to be on the safe side, so I did that.”
The agent's eyebrows lifted. “You didn't send it to the account set up for you?”
“My dealings with the DEA haven't always been that good. Lyn felt that it would be a good idea to hold off transferring the money to the DEA's account until I was no longer undercover. Once I was safe, I'd give you guys the account info.”
I was surprised when the man snickered. “I would have done the same damn thing.”
Good to know.
“Who was the agent in charge?” Agent Crenshaw asked. “Now that you are home safe, I think I need to speak with him.”
“Oh, his name was Agent Decker. Marc Decker.” I got a sick feeling in my gut when Agent Crenshaw paled. “What?” I asked.
“Lany, Agent Marc Decker was murdered in his home three days ago. There were signs that he was tortured for information, and his house was ransacked as if someone was looking for something.”
My eyes rounded as I turned to look at Sal.
What kind of mess had I gotten myself into this time?
Chapter Eight
Salvador
I sighed as I tightened my grip on Lany. I didn't know what type of mess he'd gotten himself into this time, but I knew I'd have gray hairs before it was over. That was assuming we all came out of this unscathed.
