“And are you guys going to head out toDark Spirits?” he asked. “Need backup?”
Gene was to the point.
“We’re going to make it look like a double date, and are taking Corbin and Will. We’ll be good. Are you going to be good here with this laptop?” he asked, hinting at the man’s obsession.
Greyson laughed.
“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “It’s true. I’m obsessed. I’ll be okay when I figure out who she is. I promise.”
Oh, they hoped so.
They missed their friend. Greyson wasn’t happy-go-lucky anymore. He was borderline angry, and that didn’t go well with their jobs.
Mental note—never betray Greyson Croft.
He got vengeful.
“Okay, Grey,” Gene stated. “We are all angry over her betrayal. Just don’t let it distract you or take you down. It’s not worth it.”
To him it was.
There was nothing he valued more than loyalty. As an ex-soldier, that was part of who he was, and how he survived as one.
“If you guys want, you can…,” he began, and as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the CIA laptop began dinging.
It.
Found.
Something.
“Oh, holy shit,” Greyson muttered, as he scanned over the information found on the screen.
He’d been right.
They hadn’t erased all of her. The laptop had found the truth, and it was in some small crevice of the internet.
“I know who she is.”
The man had their full attention.
“Who?” Gene asked.
Turning the laptop around, he showed them.
On the screen, there was a small picture, and an article on her.
‘Daphne Carmichael, wife to mob crime boss, Hugo Carmichael, has turned state's evidence against the man. After it was found that she helped him cover up homicides, working as a city ME, she was arrested Tuesday, and charged in accordance to her crimes. The DA gave her the option to testify against her husband in exchange for a new life. The deal was taken immediately, and then, Daphne disappeared. Her husband is expected to get the electric chair for the homicide of ten cops spanning over a five-year period in which he made their deaths look like accidents.’
Oh, fuckity.
“She’s dirty,” Gene said. “No wonder that Gabe has her wrapped around his little finger and on a very short leash. She’s likely afraid the FBI will leak her whereabouts, and her ex will have her taken care of from jail.”
Ethan shook his head.
“Are you familiar with this case?” he asked. “I am. I read about it.”
They both looked over.
