Page 216 of All the Broken Bones


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Was?

This?

Greyson was horrified.

Did he just say…?

“Stay in your lanes? But they are here and likely doing crooked shit. Our lanes are their lanes. We policeALL THE LANES!”

Miguel laughed.

How could he not?

It was just like an outsider to interfere, and then condemn people in the process.

Working here wasn’t easy.

“How many agents do you have in your office?” he asked.

Greyson answered.

“Twenty-five, why?”

Miguel was to the point.

“We had six, and now, we have five. There are barely enough of us to handle the drugs, the guns, and the deaths. Now you want us up the mob’s ass? We work around the clock. Youhave enough bodies to do the job—but we don’t. We can’t even work our friend’s death!”

Greyson lifted a brow.

Yeah, he didn’t like this.

Mob running unchecked was always a bad plan. It never ended well.

For anyone.

“You have a city that has multiple police forces, and just alone, there are almost seven thousand cops in your city, not counting the state police, the FBI, and all the other police forces like sheriffs and US Marshals. We have ten thousand cops for theWHOLEisland, where drugs can get dumped each day on a beach, or trafficking can happen.”

Okay, they hit a sore point.

Clearly.

“So, don’t look down your perfect nose at us when you have the funds and backup we don’t. So no, we don’t poke the mob here. We like living, and there’s a shortage of backup to come here and clean up.”

Greyson said nothing.

But Gene did.

“We’re not accusing you of anything. We’re asking questions. Was Jarod involved in any cases where he might have come across the mob?” he asked, trying to save this questioning so they didn’t make enemies here.

They might need the agents here when the final leg of the chase was on. They, after all, knew the island.

The man pointed at the file cabinet.

“You have full access. I don’t recall any, but we each have three cases on our desks at all times. Nightshift might have one less. You can look up anything you want and see.”

Well, that was chilly.

Someone didNOTlike them there—or did they not like that they weren’t running this?