Page 24 of Dark Reunion

CHAPTER 10

DEAN

The phone sat on the desk, it’s cord like a coiled viper, its black shell gleaming under the lamplight. Carlos was old school and even though he had a cell, he still believed in landlines, which was fine with Dean. It made it a lot easier to wire in a secret secure line.

It was a trick Dean picked up when he was overseas. It helped that he had found where Carlos was storing all the extra Righteous tech and equipment on the property. Mission one had been breaking in without being seen and finding the parts needed. That had been successful. Now, he had a way to contact the outside world without his father knowing and the call would show up like a normal Righteous call.

If Carlos discovered it though…then Dean would be shot dead on the spot. Almost as if thinking about the man had conjured him, Carlos burst through the door.

“How could you be so fucking incompetent?” Dean watched his father for any sign that he’d been caught, but if so then his father didn’t show it. “I didn’t actually mean have her arrested. How stupid can you be? Now she is in the system for murder. Fucking murder. That doesn’t just get swept aside, and who the fuck knows when she will get out. I should have you skinned alive for this.”

Carlos stomped around in a circle, face red, obviously flustered that his henchmen had gotten Maeve locked up. It was honestly the best outcome. It bought Dean time and would put Trev’s skills to the best use—if Dean could talk him into representing her, that was.

“I don’t care that she’s at the Hollywood Community Police Station. That means nothing to me. I can’t snap my fingers and get her removed from a murder charge. You idiot. You better fucking fix this. Fuck!”

Carlos hung up and looked like he was going to throw the phone. Dean couldn’t stop himself.

“Bad day?”

Carlos glared from across the room. “Get back to work,” he ordered and then stomped out, the guards following his father out. It was like the room had been invaded by a swarm of bees, then it was suddenly quiet again.

Now was the time to make the move and call Trev.

Dean slipped the distortion module into place, thumb pressing the switch. His voice would come out mechanical and unrecognizable. At least that was the hope. He used the secret Righteous line and held his breath as the phone rang.

The line clicked alive. “Crosshairs, Alpha, Zulu, Charlie, Kilo, Foxtrot, Six, Six, Six,” came Trev’s reply.

Dean almost screamed into the phone to come get him. He hadn’t been expecting relief to wash over him at the sound of his commanding officer’s voice. But fuck, all he wanted to do was spew how he needed to be rescued from this hell hole. However, doing that would put everyone, including his family at risk. Dean needed more information, to turn more people, and to understand how far his father’s reach really went before he broke free.

He licked his lips, heart racing. “There is a someone you should represent at the LAPD nearest to you.”

“Who is this?”

Dean bit his lip. It wasn’t the time. He needed to be certain who was compromised and who still stood with good side.

“Who I am is of no consequence. Her name is Maeve. She is innocent, and that is all you need to know.”

The other end of the line grew very silent, but he knew Trev was still there. “I don’t do random charity cases. Are you paying for this client?”

Dean couldn’t stop the chuckle.

So Trev.

Fuck, it was good to hear that arrogant and self-righteous tone. “No, but you will find what she has to say to be very interesting.”

“How do you know where I am?” Trev asked, the scepticism thick with every word.

“I know everything. Just like I know you’re trying to triangulate this call, but it will do no good. Go see the girl.”

“Does this person have anything to do with…”

Dean could hear footsteps coming and quickly ended the call, stuffing the modulator into his pocket. Dean closed his eyes.

Trev for fucks sake just go see the girl.

Now all Dean could do was hope. Had Trev believed it? Had he pieced it together? Or had Dean just signed Maeve’s death warrant by being too cryptic?

The office door slammed open breaking him of his deep thoughts.