We give our inside man on the local police a heads up.
Then we figure shit out.
“Do it, and get your asses here in thirty minutes.” Jackson orders out and hangs up the phone.
I rush back, making sure I touch nothing.
Greer and Joaquin are still to pry through the inventory. “Pack it up. Let’s go.”
“What’s going on?” Greer asks, Joaquin remaining quiet.
“We found Bobby.” I plainly say, grabbing the both of them before they could touch anything else. Their dumbfounded looks are enough to let me know, they need more answers. “Bobby is dead. Ghost plan has been ordered. When I said to move, I don’t fucking mean at your own pace.”
I know that we are on a time limit, but the quicker we get out of here the better.
No one is going to jail… well this time.
As we rush to our bikes, many questions rush through my head. This is something that is bigger than we expected and all hands are going to be on deck.
Did the dope come from our containers that we picked up?
Who was he dealing with? I could play the lottery if I was right on this one.
Who and why did someone put that much damage on the store?
My only hope is that this isn’t connected to Charlotte’s student and that we don’t need to update her or involve her. I’m not risking another life or want to lose someone in the mix.
Chapter 14
Lottie
Theothershoedropped.Fifteen minutes ago, I got a call from Marcus's school, but this time for another student. I immediately called Brayden who is going to meet me there at the school. I scramble around my office, searching for my keys, switching out of my boots to more formal shoes.
I intercom Tessa, “What’s going on Lottie?” her melodic voice rings out.
“There’s been another student. I’ll have more information later.” I rush out the words. She goes quiet, I can hear the air from the vents from her office. “Tessa, we’ll figure out what’s going on. Notify whoever the hell you want, boss lady, but I know what needs to happen.”
Was that professional? No. Will I regret how I spoke with her? Yep. Will I get spoken to about it? Wouldn’t expect anything less.
I rush out the door, messaging the twins and Layla to hold down the fort and if they need additional help to reach out to case managers. I trust Layla. There is only one thing on my mind. Finding out my own answers and putting a stop to this madness.
The heavy exit door slams open as I burst through it and instead of hearing it close, it lingers for a couple seconds before it does.
“In a rush there, angel?” His voice echoes in the staircase as I continue my path to the parking lot.
My blood starts to boil.
Stalker.
Pain in my ass.
Watchdog.
Whatever you want to call him, I don’t pay him any eye contact. “Either get in or follow and keep up.” I give him an option.
I yank my driver door open and start up the engine. The creaking of the passenger door tells me his choice. “Thought you might,” I say, knowing that he would have come even if I hadn’t said anything.
“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your warpath,” he jokes.
