It didn’t take us long to roll up on her apartment. And it looked fucking rough. I wanted to do this while Jasmine slept so that I knew she wouldn’t watch.
She didn’t need to see her place like this any longer.
“Jesus,” Scout muttered as he looked around with his helmet on, “they’ve done a fucking number on this place.”
“Keep your helmet on,” I said as I marched right over to the fridge and slid the laptop back under. Only when I positioned it, I made sure one of the small, black corners of the laptop could be seen. “Fuck only knows who’s watching this place now.”
“Didn’t plan on taking it off.”
I just nodded as I positioned the laptop and then stood. “I’m gonna go through her room one last time. You keep an eye out.”
He just nodded before he went over to the windows, peering out every so often. “So I got the minutes deciphered.”
That made me freeze and I turned to face him. “What?”
He just pointed toward her bedroom. “Go pack. We can talk while you pack.”
I grumbled beneath my breath as I stormed into Jasmine’s room. “Have you told Cap?”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s literally what I just finished before we headed out.”
I took one of the few blankets they didn’t already destroy, and I laid it out on her bed. I tossed the last few things I could find that weren't ruined onto it. I’d tie it into a damn shoulder mount if I had to.
“What did you find?” I asked as I grabbed a couple more books and tossed them onto the blanket.
“Long story short? Or the whole nine?”
“You know me.”
“Long story short, got it. Punchline? They’re supplying not only funds to the trafficking ring, but they’re specifically buying up the stores inside ofand aroundRedd Valley.”
I froze. “They’re cleaning their money in chunks.”
“Ghost, I’m pretty fucking sure the law firmis a working partof the trafficking ring. Not just some weird-ass entity that has tripped and stumbled into something. I’d put money on the fact that the law firm is providing legal defense for these assholes in case they get caught.”
“Fuck,” I grumbled as I tossed her things onto the blanket faster, “we gotta get our asses out of here.”
“I could get into the specifics of the?—”
“Don’t.”
“Right,” Scout said as he cleared his throat. “Well, anyway. The code wasn’t terrible to decipher. It’s more of a language cover-up than anything. Nothing too fancy or too specific. But there were some other interesting things in those minutes meetings.”
“Like?” I asked as I tied up the blanket.
“Like the fact that those cars that have the logos on them? Their customers that pay into that shit work solely for the ring.”
I hoisted the tied blanket over my shoulder. “And you’re certain about that?”
I looked up at the camera I had positioned in her bedroom. Did we really need those any longer?
I reached up for it when Scout responded. “In one of the meetings a few months back, they had a really long talk about their highest paying customers. The things their clients needed. What they requested. They said?—”
“Scout.”
