“No point in lying,” Slash said.
“Agreed,” Carrera said.
Slash collected her mug of coffee, stood across the island from them. “Do you want to sit babe?” Carrera asked her.
“I’m good.” She slid her gaze to Luciano. “Red used to be an ALPHA Op.”
I wasn’t expecting that.
“Okay,” Luciano said.
“She came from the Bureau,” Slash continued.
“Who does she work for now?” Luciano asked.
“Me. She’s a watcher,” Carrera pulled his wife’s mug over, drank down a mouthful, and slid it back. “She worked for Z.”
Frustration slithered down his spine. “Fratello, did you know she’s been watching me?”
“Not until tonight,” Carrera replied. “She came to the Bureau to meet with me, but bolted when she saw Hirzog in the lobby.”
A growl rolled out of him.
“Did you guys get into it?” Slash asked.
“Yeah,” Luciano replied. “Hirzog’s scum.”
“He was Red’s old boss,” Slash explained, “and he’s well liked at the Bureau.”
A snarl curled his lip. “Figlio di puttana.”
“Translate,” Slash said.
“Motherfucker,” Carrera clarified. “Z had her watching you, but it wasn’t on any of the reports he gave me. If she hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known.”
“And?” Luciano sipped the beverage.
“She said she saw nothing, and I told her to stand down.” Carrera’s phone rang. “It’s Cooper. I’m putting him on speaker.”
“Elsa—” Slash called out.
“I won’t say anything,” Elsa replied.
Carrera answered. “Hey, Coop, what’s going on?”
“We got a tip on a bomb maker’s possible location,” Cooper explained. “We think it might beTheBomb Maker, so we’re sending in a team this week.”
“Arrest or hit?” Carrera asked.
“We can’t take him out,” Cooper explained. “We don’t have positive confirmation it’s him, and we’ve got little to go on from five years ago.”
“Where?” Carrera asked.
“Silver Spring.”
“When’s the mission?”
“Wednesday, three A.M.,” Cooper replied. “We’re watching on a live feed. I’ll let you know the details.”
