It took every ounce of strength I had not to fly across the table and choke that smug piece of shit to death with my bare hands. The daily hell Mina would have faced if Leo hadn’t been so brave. It was too much to even think about.
“Besides,” Baby Doll continued. “I don’t care if you approve of the way I do business. You’re going to bring the girls, my two recruits, and fifty thousand dollars, as an inconvenience fee, right here to me within one hour or I’ll declare all-out war on the Howlers. That means not only your club members are targets, but your family members as well.”
“I understand,” Sundance said, before rising to his feet.
“Good,” Baby Doll said. “I knew you would be reasonable about this, Sundance.”
“There is just one more thing, though,” Sundance said, pulling a manilla envelope from his cut and laying it down on the table before Baby Doll.
“What’s this?”
“Information about the undercover FBI agent who’s been working your case for the past year,” Sundance said.
Baby Doll emptied the contents of the envelope to find a carefully crafted dossier on FBI Special Agent Kurt Holder aka: Caleb Rinna. It contained everything from his record at the training academy to official FBI photos and credentials. All completely fabricated, of course, by Hugh’s contacts within the CIA. Within less than eighteen hours, Hugh was able to get us everything we needed to set up an iron-clad case that Caleb was an FBI agent who was poised to take down the entire Kings organization.
“What the fuck...?” Baby Doll, sputtered as he rifled through document after document, photo after photo.
“It’s true,” Sundance said. “He’s been working undercover as that bitch social worker’s assistant. Lucky for you, we found out about him before he could tell anyone about your little kiddie farm.”
“He did just show up, like a year ago,” Vaping Guy said to Baby Doll. “I mean, what do we know about this guy?”
“Think about it, Baby,” Sundance said. “Caleb shows up and just happens to have connections all around the country. People looking for kids. Big money. No questions.”
“How in the hell did you find him and how do you know he hasn’t told anyone?” Baby Doll asked.
“We spotted him because we’re smarter than you,” I said. “He was parked right outside the house the night we came for Leo. We could tell he was a fed right away and grabbed him as a bargaining chip.”
“Bullshit!”
“I’m telling you. Look at the fucking file. The guy’s a rookie. This is his first undercover assignment. He started singing the moment we started wailing on him. He’s a fucking creampuff.”
“You have him?”
“Baby Doll, he’s in the trunk of my car. It’s parked outside,” Sundance said.
We made our way outside and Sundance popped the trunk of his ’67 Eldorado to reveal “Special Agent” Caleb bound at the wrists and feet with duct tape wrapped securely around his mouth. He’d sufficiently been beat to shit, but that didn’t stop him from whining and squirming from time to time.
“You figure this makes us even?” Baby Doll asked.
Sundance laughed. “Even? Shit no. You still owe me.”
“Oweyou? What the fuck are you talking about, Sunny? This fed is a nice gift, but I still don’t have my merchandise. Where are my girls?”
“You’re right, Baby Doll. This is a present. A going away gift. Something to wish you well on your new business ventures.”
“What the hell new business ventures are you talking about, Sundance?”
“I don’t know, Baby Doll. But it’s not gonna be kids. Never again. I give you this fed, and the slate is clean. If not, I let him go, he files his report, and you go to jail for trafficking.”
“If you let him go, the FBI would come down on you too,” Baby Doll said. “And you’d never leave your club’s ass hanging out like that.”
“You’re right, Baby. I’d never let Agent Holder file his report unless I had insurance that the Howlers would be left out of it. Something iron clad like security footage that showed the agent visiting your safe house earlier that night for some play time with one of the girls.”
“He did show up earlier that night, boss,” Vape Guy said.
“That sick fuck,” Baby Doll said. “A fucking fed rat and a perv.”
“No more kids,” Sundance said.
