“My father.He found them in my bedroom.”Decker sighed.“Martin Calloway is an equal opportunity blackmailer.Eddie wasn’t the only person this asshole had by the short and curlies.”
“Do you know where he is?The agent?”Archer asked.
“Probably sittin’ on his fat ass in his office in Dallas.”
“What was he blackmailing your dad for?”Evan asked.
“Trafficking narcotics.”
Brantley stood up straight.“That’s a serious offense.”
“Yeah.And an easy one to pin on a long-haul truck driver with a record of alcohol abuse and child neglect,” Decker stated, disdain weaving through every word.“I’ll admit, he was a shitty father.No doubt about that.But he was not trafficking narcotics.”
“I pulled up Special Agent Martin Calloway,” Luca told the team, gesturing toward the large screen.“Looks like he was part of a task force working a RICO case involving the Adorites in the late nineties.Nothing ever came of it, though.”
JJ picked up where he stopped.“He’s currently assigned to the Dallas field office, assistant special agent in charge, handling transnational organized crime.”
Luca continued to type, his fingers flying across his keyboard.“Oh, shit, boss.”
“What?”
“It looks like Martin Calloway’s a member of Censorious.”
“Really?”JJ asked, sounding intrigued.“I didn’t think they existed anymore.”
A moment later, more data came on the screen.
“What’s Censorious?”Atticus asked before Brantley could.
Simon got to his feet, moving closer to the screen as he spoke.“It’s a group of vigilante LEOs who believe they’re above the law.They see themselves as judge, jury, and executioner.But they disbanded back in 2007.”
“What’s a LEO again?”Holly inquired.
“Law enforcement officer,” several people replied.
“They didn’t dissolve completely,” Luca said.“From this, it looks like they scattered for a bit but came back together with new leadership in 2014.And guess who’s at the top of their leadership roster?”
“I assume that’s rhetorical,” Z said.
“It’ll take some time,” Luca continued, “but I can get more information.”
“Do that,” Brantley told him.
“On it, boss.”
“Where’s Meredith now?”Simon asked Decker.
“She’s working as a caretaker in New York.”
Brantley hoped like hell there wasn’t a teenage kid in the house.
Irritated at Decker and Meredith Prescott, Brantley went for the jugular.“If Eddie’s alive and well, then she was what?Too busy to come to her daughter’s funeral?”
Decker’s head snapped over, eyes blazing fire.“Fuck no.She wanted to be here.”
“Why wasn’t she?”
“Calloway’s still looking for her.”
