“You trust me, completely?” He could hear more motorcycles arriving. They would have to get moving. But before he made the big meeting in Arizona, he had one important pitstop to make. A pitstop that he was making for her. He’d come to this area of Texas to help Agnes achieve her goal. Getting vengeance.
A Rembrandt tattoo artist, huh? One exceptionally good with scales.
“I do trust you,” she assured him.
“Good.” His lips pressed to hers once more. A tender kiss. Because he could do tender, sometimes. At least, he could do it with her. “Remember that, will you?”
“Cass, what are you going to do?”
“I’m gonna take you to see a very bad man…about a very bad tat.”
Chapter Nineteen
Another day, another dead body left by Cass and Agnes. They were truly monumental pains in his ass. Individually, they were problematic. But put them together? Monumental pains in my ass.
“So…you’re with the FBI, huh?” The deputy pulled off his hat and clenched it in his hands. “You flew in on your own plane? That happen a lot, the Feds just zipping around on private planes?
No, it did not, in fact, happen a lot. Gray crouched near the body. Malik had come with him on this not-so-fun excursion, and the other Fed watched silently from about five feet away. “I’m not your typical Fed,” Gray responded. “My job comes with perks.”
“Like…a private plane? Because I heard talk about it landing at the strip near town.”
He was staring at Levi Addams. A Levi with a cut throat, a stab wound in his lower right side. And a bullet wound in his chest. “The cut to the neck wasn’t deep enough to kill him.” Just a slice. “Neither was the one in his side. But that bullet to the heart…” Yeah, it would have done the trick. His head turned as he tried to figure out just where the shooter must have been. “Where were you when you fired?” he murmured.
“Uh, sir?” The deputy again. Deputy Jaxon McClint. His badge was all shiny and new. “Sir, we recovered the gun right next to the body.”
Yes, he’d heard about that discovery. “You think it was an up-close shot?”
“Well, yes, sir, the gun was right here?—”
“There is a lot of blood splatter at this scene.” He’d seen blood drops all over the place. “And the bruising on the vic tells me that there was one hell of a fight that went down here.” He did not like this, at all. He turned again. Surveyed the woods not too far from him. A whole lot of woods out there. After a moment, Gray pointed to one particular area. “I think the shooter was there.”
Jaxon scratched his chin. “There, sir?”
Malik did not speak.
“Blood splatter tells a story. Haven’t you ever watched Dexter?”
Jaxon shook his head. “Who is he?”
Who is…hell. “I think the bullet that tore through Levi’s chest was fired from a rifle. Probably one with a scope. Killer got him in his sights, he took the shot, and bam, Levi was eliminated.”
Jaxon pointed to the ground. “But the gun was found right there.”
“Yes, I am aware.” He was also aware, based on the description of the weapon that he’d been given, that the gun near the vic had probably belonged to Agnes. Her gun, her prints. And…shit, total clusterfuck of a situation.
The radio on Jaxon’s hip crackled. He pulled it out and almost dropped it on the dead body. Luckily, he caught it just in time. “S-sorry.” A flush stained his cheeks. He hustled back, fingers fumbling with the radio.
Gray glanced over at Malik.
Malik simply raised an eyebrow.
“Another body?” Jaxon demanded as he clutched the radio. “Where? Shot, too? And you say a rifle was found near him?”
Yeah, sometimes, it almost hurt to be right all the time.
“We got another body,” Jaxon loudly exclaimed. “Male, about six-foot-two, with about a dozen silver chains around his neck and a discarded rifle at the scene.”
The description of the vic sounded like Hugo Lorens. The guy was in Cass’s crew and always sported his silver.
