“I’m here, and all will be revealed,” Chewy says mysteriously before taking a long slurp of something in a cup the size of her head.
She takes her place on Rhodie’s lap, and snuggles in, her ever present laptop on the table in front of her.
“Wait, I thought you were in early retirement?” Fox asks, brows furrowed.
“I was until I saw three unknown men wandering around Joy’s house.”
“Wait, you saw them?” Rhodie asks, leaning over to see his Ol Lady’s face.
“Well, duh. I did the security remember? Joy gets home at precisely 5:45pm everyday. Those men were walking the perimeter at 5:15pm. The motion sensors went off. Oh, they also went off when one of them called that witchy neighbor woman a ‘bitch’ and she went feral. I like her.” She grins at Mad Dog who rolls his lips between his teeth to stop the grin that’s growing on his face.
“OK, what else do you know?” Marx asks impatiently.
“Well, Wire is doing a reverse hack on the comms unit, but I can tell you that as of two minutes ago five blacked out SUVs with around fifteen men have all pulled up at Joy’s and they’re combing the entire property.”
My fists clench on the top of the wooden church table.
“Fucking hell,” Gus grumbles before frowning at Roman. “Why are you here?”
“I like the hospitality,” Roman replies in his cool, clipped accent.
“He’s here because his bad guys will know stuff about these bad guys,” Chewy answers without looking up from her laptop before waving a hand in Roman’s direction. “That’s what always happens. Bad guys cross our path. We piss them off. Roman knows more about them than we do. Then we get rid of ‘em.”
“She’s not wrong,” Judge mutters.
“So, what do you know?” Tav asks.
“The buyer of your little red head is a man named Petrov. He’s been causing Lexi some…issues.” Roman answers with a flick of the wrist.
“What kind of issues?” Marx asks through gritted teeth.
“The kind that lead to dead bodies in shipping containers.”
“Fucking hell,” Rhodie growls.
“Lexi has been shutting down his trafficking operations, but these things are like the Hydra. You cut off one head, and two more grow.”
“So how the fuck are we meant to stop them?”
“Much like Hydra you take out the one, main head,” Roman replies, leaning back in his chair, hands clasped over his stomach.
“Petrov,” Gus says, Roman dipping his chin in confirmation.
“So, we shut him down, and in turn we shut down one huge part of Matthew Thompson and Richard McDonald’s business.” Savage surmises.
“Then we just have to shut down their weapons operations and they’ll be done,” Tav adds.
“Well, it all sounds so simple when you put it like that,” Roman says with a smirk. “I also happen to have heard that Petrov is not very happy with Thompson and McDonald. It seems this one little girl isn’t the only one that has slipped through his fingers.”
“Addy and Bree,” Fox says, jaw clenching.
Marx narrows his eyes at the Russian and opens his mouth but he’s interrupted by Chewy’s “uh oh.”
“What do you mean ‘uh oh’?” Marx asks as his head snaps in her direction.
“Bad guys leaving Joy’s house heading this way,” she mutters, fingers flying over her keyboard.
“Fuck. You said five SUVs, three men each?” Fox asks, brow raised as Chewy nods, eyes on her screen.
