Huge.
Thing.
And he couldn’t shake it.
“Gene, how did he know the name of the mob man we met with?” he asked. “We never said Rodrigo’s name—not at first, and in fact, we had to get that information from Gabe. How did he know the man’s name when Rodrigo is a new player in Puerto Rico?”
That hung there.
Gene blinked, and Ethan could tell he was replaying that in his mind.
All.
Of.
It.
“Son of a bitch,” he hissed. “You’re absolutely right! How did he know?”
Ethan shrugged.
“I mean, maybe everyone from here knows who the local mob dude is, but that was suspicious. Not only that, he cockblocked an interview. The cops in that precinct were more than happy to send Aaron’s family home. Was it because theyfelt bad for them, or was it to slow our asses down—like this killer has been doing the whole time?”
Oh, Gene didn’t like this.
Not one bit.
“We might have a dirty cop, and while we don’t know that the captain works for Rodrigo, the mob man knewRIGHTwhere to find us. So we’re either being tailed, or…”
Gene knew what this meant.
This just got trickier.
A dirty cop was a big problem.
Chapter Eighteen
Damascus
Out West
The Reservation
For Timothy Blackhawk, it had been a restless night, and he hadn’t been able to get much sleep. Normally, he worried about Callen, but his one grandson wasn’t even on duty last night.
He was off last night and today, and if Timothy was stirred up, there was only one reason why.
His other grandson.
The energy in the universe had somehow shifted, and that was a problem. All of his well-laid plans felt like they were beginning to unravel, and that didn’t work for him.
Everything had to happen in a specific order. If a single thing happened out of place, the whole plan would crumble.
And it was imperative that Ethan find the raven. If she was to meet and marry him, so that he could be saved and have a clear path to the man he was meant to be, there could be no mistakes.
And this felt…off.
It was time to figure out why.
