“Holy shit,” I mutter.
“So, we need a plan before they get here because I’m not letting them run all over us. And I’m sure as hell not letting them get away with this shit under our watch. We’re going to be running two cases. One connected to the FBI and figuring out how deep things go with Page and Lorentz, and the other is our group trying to figure out who in the FBI is dirty,” Woodcroft says.
“God, I love cases like this.” Juliette sighs, typing as fast as possible.
Lex clears his throat. “I also found some information in a hard drive we recovered from Page’s home.” He’s looking directly at me, and I get a sinking feeling in my chest. “There’s evidence that Charlie Daniels found out what Cano was really doing and who was connected. He confronted him, and that’s when Oscar Cano killed him with an overdose, making it look like just another junkie died. Everything I’ve found on the kid says he was clean.”
“Fuck.” I sigh. It’s both good and bad news, and I’m not quite sure how Claire will take it.
“I’m sorry, man,” Lex says.
“Not your fault. I’m glad to have an actual answer about him, no matter how bad it sucks.”
“It goes without saying that any digging into the FBI needs to be very quiet and on the downlow. Whatever you find goes through me and me alone. I’m not sure if there will be a team that moves in here, so make sure you keep everything away from them. We’ll hold weekly meetings at my place for progress,” Woodcroft reiterates. “Are we still helping you move this weekend?” he asks me.
“If you can.” I nod.
Claire and I found a perfect family home. It’s close to work and to the MET since her blog has started to grow rapidly. Masie is over at our place more than I anticipated, so things are going really well.
“Alright, let’s do some preliminary on the team they’re sending over.” Woodcroft sighs. It’s then that I see the dark circles under his eyes.
Is the man sleeping? Sure doesn’t seem like it, and I’m the one with a baby. I make a mental note to ask him about it this weekend.
As the day goes on, I miss Charlie and Claire more and more. When my phone buzzes with a text, I hope it’s my woman.
Claire:
*Picture of smiling Charlie* Hey, Dada, we miss you!
Me:
God, you have no idea how much I needed that. I didn’t think going back to work would be this hard.
Claire:
I’m sorry.
Me:
Not your fault. I just wish I could be a stay-at-home dad with you and not have any obligations except making Charlie giggle.
Claire:
*Video of Charlie giggling* It is pretty amazing.
Me:
So rude of you to send that to me when I’m stuck here. But seriously, I needed that. I miss you both so much.
Claire:
Miss you too, but we’ll be here when you get home.
Me:
And then we sign the papers for the house.
Claire:
