Well, it was a start.
At least he wasn’t going scorched-earth right off the bat. So, that was a win for them.
Call it a hunch, but letting Greyson go wild didn’t sound like a good plan.
Not.
At.
All.
“Okay, Grey. We’ll keep you updated,” Gene promised. “We’ll check in later.”
The man held out a fist.
“Call if you need me,” Greyson called. “Don’t get your asses into trouble. I don’t want paperwork,” he stated.
They both laughed.
“We’re going to dinner at a place owned by the girlfriend of a mob man, who has been implicated in killing two cops, and two civilians,” Gene said. “How could it possibly go south?”
And they all laughed.
Why?
Because they knew that the odds weren’t in their favor on this one.
As the two men headed out, Greyson manned Ethan’s computer. It was running information on the cops, doing a deep search.
As he stared at the information flying by on the screen, he knew what he needed to do.
Greyson needed to distract himself, or he was getting on a plane, flying back toPhilly, and confronting a traitorous, deceitful woman who hadNObusiness working for the FBI after what she did.
She.
Was.
Dirty.
Oh, and he would take out the trash on this one.
There was no doubt that he’d love nothing more than to grab a redhead by the hair, shake some sense into her, and then drop her in Hugo Carmichael’s lap. The mob man might be in jail, but there was no doubt his cancerous ways were still ongoing.
Mob men didn’t go down easily.
So, to keep his mind busy, he started researching everyone.
All of the cops.
All of the people they’d come across.
EVERYONE.
Why not?
Something in Puerto Rico wasn’t what it seemed.
Chapter Nineteen
