“What are your thoughts about his motive? World leadership as suggested?” David moved closer, this time his eyes gleaming.
She shook her head, giving him an evil eye. How many hours had her partner been forced to hear about her theories? She’d put out feelers to her own slim stock of informants, just in case there was chatter on the street. She loathed the guessing game. “He’s settling scores for his family on one hand, making certain muscle doesn’t try and take down this consortium. That’s just my guess regarding Mr. Marguiles. The others? There are reasons and that’s why we’ll play pin the tail at this point.”
“Maybe the next kill will be more helpful,” David teased.
“There will not be another murder!” the director snapped.
Everyone groaned.
“All right, ladies and gents, let’s get to work. Agents Waters and Camden will be happy to share what they know.” The words out of the director’s mouth weren’t a request. They were a demand.
Sophia rubbed the back of her neck. A headache had formed the moment she learned about the last hit. And she doubted this one would leave without liquid libation. She resisted glaring at the director. Getting herself on suspension wouldn’t help solve the crimes or expedite the plan forming in the back of her mind. As she walked over to her desk, she pictured Wrath’s face in the Ferrari, the smile she’d managed to capture. The fucker was toying with her. She’d used every contact she had putting out feelers on the Italian. Someone had to know something.
Her nipples ached, an intense longing filtering into her system. “Damn it,” she whispered. Her response was unacceptable. The desk phone rang, dragging her out of her daydream. “Waters.”
“Agent Waters, you asked me to call you if I found anything.”
Sophia could hear the terror in the man’s voice. The call was legit. Grabbing a pen and pad, she darted a glance from right to left before answering. “What do you have, Harry?” The informant was trustworthy, aiding in two important captures.
“Might not be anything, but I heard a few guys talking. Had to piece together what they said, but they used the name Wrath. Said this dude was gonna kill some bigwig coming in from out of town, maybe as early as tonight.”
“Any idea where?”
“No address. I swear, but they said KB. I don’t know what that means but maybe you do. They didn’t say anything else. Enough though? Did I give you enough?”
Sighing, Sophia wanted to smash the phone. “Harry. I’ll take good care of you. Okay? Appreciate the info.”
“Thank you. Thank you.” His voice quavering, he was coughing by the time he hung up the phone.
Great. The first real almost lead and the kill could be over before she figured out what KB meant. “What the hell is KB?” she muttered, tearing off the note and shoving it into her pocket.
“Key Biscayne.”
“What?” She darted a look at David. “As in the island?”
“You know, expensive real estate, hot babes on sizzling beaches. The kind of place we’ll never be able to afford. Why?” David stood over her desk, sucking back coffee.
“You’re a genius. Thank you.” She grabbed her things, jerking to her feet.
“Where the hell are you going?”
Flashing him a smile, she winked. “I’ll be back in a few. Just a weird tip I need to check out.”
“Why don’t you wait for me?” David insisted.
She waved him off as she took the back way out of the office, running down the stairs. This one she was going to check on her own. If she was right, she’d get the bastard one way or the other.
Game on.
CHAPTER 9
Sophia spent the better part of two hours delving through real estate information and records only able to be obtained by someone in her profession. Given her level of security clearance, there was little in the way of records in which she wasn’t allowed access. When she was finished, she’d determined a single estate located on Key Biscayne that was a possibility. If she was wrong, she’d face the wrath of her director.
But if she was right, she’d hunt and arrest the most notorious criminal of her career. The thought was juicy indeed.
Your lover.
The man you still dream about.
