“Alright, what’s going on?”
“You know that fuckwit we met with?”
“That Jack guy?”
“Yeah, Jack Davis. Well, I told him repeatedly, we couldn’t take his case. But he keeps insisting we take it. He offered more money, which I declined. He threw in a dozen other incentives like golf days and dinners out, really random shit, like I’m a client he’s trying to entertain.”
I frown. “Why the fuck does this guy have such a hard-on for our company?”
“No clue.”
“You ever manage to track down the ex he wants us to find?”
“Yep, and that’s where it gets weirder.”
“Weirder how?”
“She doesn’t know what we’re talking about. She doesn’t know who he is, but he’s not Jack Davis, her ex-husband.”
“Wait, what?”
“Had one of the team show her photos of him. She swore blind it wasn’t her ex. Either way, there was no fear or panic in her eyes, and I know, because I was FaceTiming her so I could explain shit. She’s remarried, and her husband is built like a fucking linebacker. Has twin sons with him.”
“Are you sure you got the right woman?”
“I’m sure that’s Annie Davis. What I’m not sure about is Jack.”
“You think he’s impersonating the real ex?”
“Right now, that’s all I can come up with. I just can’t understand why.”
“Give me a minute. I want to check something.”
“Alright.”
I head back into my office and turn the laptop back on, pulling up the photo of the fake Sam Davenport.
“Take a look at his. Who do you see?”
“It’s not the best photo, but it kind of looks like Jack. Where’d you get this?”
“From a still sent to me by Hannibal. This guy posed as Sam Davenport, a security specialist who presented Hannibal with a you-scratch-my-back-I’ll-scratch-ours deal.”
“It was never about Annie. It was about Raven Souls.”
“I’ll let Havoc know and call Hannibal back. If he calls back again to arrange a meet, take it. I want to know what this fucker wants.”
Motherfucker made a stupid decision fucking with us. It’s time for him to deal with the consequences.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
DELPHI
As I stareat the line of people waiting to get in, I think back to me throwing up this morning, my head bowed over the toilet, convinced nobody was going to come.
I pinch my arm and hiss. “Definitely real.”
Theo laughs from beside me. “Weirdo.”
