He stood and shook both of their hands.
“Thank you, Gentlemen.”
Yeah, well, don’t thank them quite yet. They had a lot of work to do—unless this killer really fucked up.
“Ma’am,” Ethan said, nodding at her, and with that the two men headed toward the door.
As they opened it, the three bodyguards were there, and Gene handed their guns back to them.
“Don’t point guns at trained Feds, and then you won’t get your balls knocked into next week, or your noses broken,” he warned.
Rodrigo laughed.
“Let them go,” he said.
That amused Gene.
“Yeah, like that wasn’t the plan.”
As they headed out, no one tried to stop them, and they didn’t have any issues.
Luckily.
Because Gene was not in the mood to play any games. This whole thing had him annoyed.
Someone was fucking with them.
PERIOD.
Outside, Ethan went there.
“They didn’t lie. As much as they’re guilty of shit, it’s not this shit.”
Gene was aware.
“Let’s call into Greyson, and give him the heads-up. We need to have him dig into Jaden. Like we suspected, he’s ground zero. He was dealing with someone, and that’s how he died. Then, Aaron dug around, and he died. Then, Jarod. Finally, the money man was taken out—either because he was helping Jaden, or the killer thought he knew too much.”
On this, Ethan agreed.
Getting into their vehicle, Ethan pulled out his phone, and as Gene got them out of there, he made the call.
It didn’t take long for the man to answer.
“Hey! Where are you guys? The homicide captain just called, and he’s pissed you guys are late.”
Gene laughed.
“Oh, well, first, I don’t give a fuck, and second, we were just kidnapped by a mob man, so we had other things on our plate.”
The call was silent.
“Greyson?” Gene asked. “Did we lose you?”
Then, there was sound.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked.
That was amusing.
