“Not my rodeo, not my bullshit.”Rio told him,“But your boss is a bit of a dick.”
“Try a giant, colossal one.” Cade agreed. Fuck, this was awkward. He wasn’t one to talk on the phone unless it was about work. Then he was in his element, then he was talking about codes and locations and extraction plans. But this stuff, normal talking to someone not in the Ghost or Black Ops family, fuck that was hard. “Um—”
“Will—”
“You go first.” Relief that Rio and he had spoken at the same time stopped him from asking what had been on the tip of his tongue. That was shit he was better off clearing with Rock first before he mentioned it.
“Will you be back soon?”
Through the phone, Cade could hear the shower turn on.Rio naked. Rio wet and naked…hello terminal erection harder than a wedding night dick.
“Couple of hours.”
“Wrap it up, Romeo.” Rock’s hand appeared over his shoulder, offering him a mug of coffee. “Time’s wasting and we got shit to do.”
“Okay.”The sound of the water changed as if Rio had stuck one hand in under it to test the heat.“I’ll see you then?”
“Count on it.”
“Bye, Cade.”
“Later.” Cade ended the call and took the mug his boss offered, “Rock, you are an asshole.”
“Yup, but I’m an honest one,” Rock nodded, his expression totally serious, “I never pretended to be anything but a dick.”
“How do you not murder him in his sleep?” Cade asked Grif, but Rock answered before his partner could.
“I tie him to the bed so he can’t.”
“Jeez, dude.”
Holy fuck, was Grif blushing? Um wow, yep, that was definitely red staining his cheeks. Cade hadn’t thought there was a single thing on the planet that would make that man blush.
“Enough talking shit,” Rock grumbled, “Tell me what you found, you didn’t call me down here to bitch about whether or not I’m a dick.” He frowned at Cade, “Because if you did, I’m going be more pissed at you than I already am.”
“Okay, one sec,” Cade hit the command on FRED to send the information they had found to the screen.
“Wait,” Rock held up his hand,” Did you sweep the room?”
“Yup.”
“Computers?”
“My programs are still running on those two,” Cade pointed to two desks on one side of the room, “All the rest are clear.”
“Let me know as soon as that program is finished.” Rock didn’t have to give the order, Cade would have told him anyway. “We have too much shit to do to be shut down if we don’t have to be.”
“Roger that, Boss.” Cade raised his eyebrow in query at the screen, “Ready?”
“Yup. Roll it.”
“Okay,” Cade flipped the screen to the report showcasing Rock and Grif’s bank account. “This is from November before Sharr took Lexi.” He ignored the growling of both Rock and Grif, he knew this pissed them off but they needed to see it. “We traced that payment through multiple offshore accounts.” Clicking on each link, he showed them the process. “Before it hit your account it bounced through Syria, Libya, Afghanistan, Iran, the Caymans, and Switzerland. After yours, it went to Alan in the UK, and from there to Japan, China, North Korea, and finally to Brazil.”
“Do we have any account holders?”
“Some,” Cade clicked on the next screen. Headshots of various players on most wanted lists across the globe lined the screen. Under each name was a list of countries. “These four are dead.” Cade pointed to the top line. “They were either involved in Lexi’s kidnapping or in the shit show that went down at COP Wild-Wolf and with Grif’s Delta Brothers.”
“Assholes,” Grif snorted, “especially that fucker LeHar. He should have known if he came after a Delta Force Operator, even a former one, that he would have to take on all of us. Family first.”
