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I nod. “You got anything yet?”

“I do,” he answers, leaning forward and flipping his camera so I can see the screen of his computer. “I present to you Luca Slater, out of New York.”

Scowling, I set my mug down on the table in front of me before propping my phone up against it. “New York? Any idea what he’s doing here?”

Streak scoffs, turning the camera back to face him. “Nope. I can see from credit card records that he got to town about nine months ago and he rents an apartment over in the shitty part of town but as far as I can tell, he doesn’t have an actual job other than killing people in dark alleys.”

“Fuck,” I hiss as the image of Izzy in that alley pops into my mind. I’ve only seen the photos that were included in the report Mobley was able to slip to me but I have no trouble imagining everything Izzy described to me about what went down that night.

“Look, I’ll keep digging but I think our best bet is to have someone sitting on his apartment, see who is coming and going, you know? Maybe he’ll even lead us back to the other guy in the alley or someone higher up.”

I nod. We toyed around with the idea that Luca was working for someone else, someone bigger than him and someone with more power but we haven’t seen any more evidence of that. At this point, I would love for it just to be Luca so we could deal with him and put all this shit behind us.

“You still thinking there could be someone else behind all this?” I ask and Streak shrugs.

“Only one way to find out.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” I say before sighing and scrubbing a hand over my face. My eyes are burning and all I want to do is go crawl back into bed with Iz. “Text me the address and I’ll make some phone calls.”

He salutes me in response before hanging up. Turning to look out at the sun as it filters through the trees, I sigh. I’m happy that there is some kind of progress in this whole thing but it still doesn’t feel fast enough to me. If I could have things my way, this would already be over since Izzy is almost thirty weeks pregnant with our boy. I want all of this shit behind us before he makes his grand entrance but that is looking less and less likely every day.

It’s going to give me a goddamn ulcer.

My phone beeps with a text and I lean forward to grab it off the table as I take my mug with my other hand before taking a sip of coffee. I take a screenshot of Streak’s text with Luca’s address before dialing Fuzz’s number. He’s someone who works with me regularly at the P.I. firm and as a former cop himself, I know he can handle this.

“This better be fucking good,” he growls as soon as he picks up the phone and I laugh, grabbing my coffee and leaning back in my chair.

“Morning to you, too, Princess.”

He groans. “Fuck you, Smoke. It’s too goddamn early for this shit. You need something or are you just calling to piss me off?”

“God,” I scoff. “You’re as chipper as Streak is in the morning.”

“Get to the fucking point, brother.”

I quickly fill him in on what happened last night at the radio station as well as my conversation with Streak before asking him to put together a team to sit on Luca’s apartment twenty-four-seven.

“Okay, I can do that,” he says when I’m finished, sounding more alert and cooperative. I can’t really blame him for the attitude though. He was probably in bed with his wife, Piper, and Lord knows I would be an asshole if someone pulled me away from Izzy at four in the morning. “Anything specific we’re looking for?”

“We need to figure out who the hell this second guy is so take one of the Nikons and anytime someone goes into Luca’s building, snap a pic. We’ll show ‘em to Izzy and she can point him out to us.”

“‘Kay. I’ll bring in Gear, Jump, and maybe Maverick…”

I shake my head. “Not Maverick or Henn. Luca has seen them and knows they’re with us so choose people he won’t know and keep a low profile. Besides, Henn is laid up after taking a bullet last night and we need some goddamn answers here.”

“Yeah. I fucking hear you. How’s Izzy doing after last night?”

I sigh, running my hand through my hair as I stare off into the distance. “Don’t know… she won’t really talk to me.”

“I know how that goes,” he scoffs. “But you just gotta keep trying. Unless you don’t intend to make this official and make her your old lady.”

Nodding, I grab my mug off the table and take another sip of coffee. “I’m working on it.”

“All right.” He laughs. “Well, good luck with that. I’m gonna head into the clubhouse and get a team put together.”

“Thanks for handling this for me, man,” I say. Any of my brothers would have done this for me but since I’ve worked so closely with Fuzz at the business, I know how he works and it’s very similar to the way I handle things. It will mean that I don’t have to stress about that side of the investigation and I can put all my focus into keeping Izzy safe. Once we have everything sorted, I hang up and send over the screenshot with Luca’s address on it. He gets back to me quickly, letting me know that he’ll check in often and instruct the others to do the same, giving me even more peace of mind.

Now, I just have to hope we can put an end to this shit.