“Then we go higher,” I said.“Inspector’s just a pawn.We find out who is above her, then go above them until we reach the real shot caller.What’s the guy’s name?”
Wheels laughed.“Name’s Goldie, and it’s she.”
“Interesting,” Rev muttered.
“Three days,” Wheels added.“She’s coming to explain violations and shit.”
Twister pointed at him.“You find out who’s behind her.”
“Charm her?”Wheels smirked.
“Try not to be a dick for once,” Gramps said.
Laughter rippled through the room, but it didn’t stick because we all knew what we were up against.
“Anything from the cops?”I asked.
Twister shook his head.“Nothing useful.”
“Shocking,” I muttered.
“They’re either useless,” Chewy said, “or paid off.”
“Both,” I answered.
Silence followed that.
“We’ll get them,” Twister said finally.“We just have to chip away at it.”
I nodded once.“We will.”
“Until then,” he added, “everyone stays sharp.”
“I’m with Tempi,” he continued.
“And I’m with Britta,” I said.
His eyes flicked to mine.“Anything new with her brother?”
I shook my head.“Nothing concrete.Pretty sure shit was a coincidence.He knew where we were headed today; nothing happened.I gotta believe he isn’t some two-faced ass who wants his sister dead.Me, sure, but not Britta.”
“Keep watching him,” Twister said.
“Already am.”
The meeting wrapped not long after that.
Chairs scraped and the guys filtered out.
Soon it was just me and Twister.
He leaned back, studying me.
“Just say it,” I told him.
He smirked.“Don’t need to.”
I huffed a quiet laugh.
