Adam nodded. "I trust Athena's word on you." He leaned across the table in the booth, lowering his voice. "So let me get this straight. You have the goods on he who shall be nameless, but you need to figure out what to do with them." Grey nodded. "That's correct. And we're expecting more information, just as soon as I can get home and check the equipment again." "Okay, let's go over it in detail, if you don't mind. We've been gathering a file on this fucker for a long time, but we're missing a lot of key information. Proof positive of what he's doing. That's what I'm hoping you brought to the table here." "I can promise you that's what we have," Grey assured him. Focusing on the specifics of what he'd learned, he laid out for the man everything he'd pulled from the thumb drives: arms deals, drugs for arms, paid assassinations to control the political situation in third world countries. A muscle twitched in Adam's jaw as he listened. The expression on his face and the look in his e
Grey had Athena drive, so he could check out Ezra Burns on his cell phone. According to everything he pulled up, the guy looked solid. Strong agency history. Excellent record. Grey knew he was just a suspicious son of a bitch, especially after what happened the night Lucky was killed, but that was how he'd stayed alive for so long. Old habits never changed. At the hotel, they parked the car at the far end of the parking lot and entered through a side door. They rode up in the elevator in silence, Grey tense in anticipation of trouble. At the door of room 510 he knocked, and Adam opened it at once. "Come in." He stood aside to let them enter. Grey didn't know what he'd expected of Ezra Burns, maybe another suit-and-tie guy like Adam Wahlberg. It certainly wasn't the dark-haired man in jeans and a plaid shirt wearing cowboy boots and a deep tan. He had all he could do to restrain himself from some smartass remark. Burns laughed. "I kind of surprise myself," he joked. "But I just
"You are." Riddick sat back and raked his fingers through his hair. "I'm sure I don't have to tell any of you this will have to be done with great delicacy. We can't just march into a powerful senator's office or his house and execute a search warrant. He's got too much juice." "So, then what can we do?" Grey bit back his frustration. He'd agreed to this meeting because he thought these men would have the answers he needed. Riddick looked at Burns then at Grey and then Athena. "I think the best way to do this is to set up a sting operation. One we can make attractive enough so he'll bite. We've been working to put one together for some time now, but we were lacking a lot of information. Grey, what you brought me is the last piece of the puzzle." Riddick leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. "Once we have him red-handed," Burns added, "we can use what you've got to solidify things and tie him up nice and tight for court." "Like what?" Athena asked when no one else
She was quiet as they headed back to the house, but then, so was Grey. It had been a very long, very full day, with a lot of tense moments and many new things to chew over. She knew the silence had more to do with each of them running thoughts through their minds, analyzing the conversations they'd had today, looking for loopholes. She was sure that he, like her, was turning over and over in his mind today's conversations. She'd love to get his reaction to the two men, but even though she'd barely known him for forty-eight hours, she knew he'd tell her when he was ready. Asking would get her nothing. She sensed, however, Grey wasn't quite as sold on Adam as she was and neither of them knew Ezra Burns. They had to rely on Adam's assurances his boss could be trusted, not always the best situation. Grey would have to make his own decision on her friend, but she hoped she could help him feel better about it. Since he chose to ride in silence, she occupied herself with her own thoughts,
"We need to go." Chandler Harris. "Trouble." "Trouble?" Bostic's sharp tone. "What kind?" "Don't know yet, but we need to meet Felix." "At this hour of the night?" Bostic's voice was thick with displeasure. 56 "Drake." Chandler's exasperation came through. "For once, just don't ask questions." The voices faded until there was no sound. Athena looked at Grey. A muscle twitched in his cheek. "Something's up," he said at last. "I just hope it doesn't have anything to do with our little meeting today." "How could it? It's only been a few hours. I'm sure Ezra Burns hasn't had time to put his plan into action yet." "Maybe. And maybe he's not the solid citizen your friend Adam thinks he is." Athena frowned, took a sip of her coffee. "Adam's worked for him for a long time," she reminded him. "I realize you don't know Adam as well as I do, but I trust him. I like to think my instincts are good where people are concerned. If there was something a little off, I'd have sensed
Athena stood in the living room, holding the Walmart bag and trying to figure out where to put her stuff. She could take it into the bathroom with her and keep what she wasn't using in the bag. Just find a place to stash it. Somewhere. Wherever that might be. She didn't want to presume on one hot night between the sheets with Grey and take her stuff into his room. Bathroom it was for the moment. She looked at Grey fiddling with his electronics setup "Anything new come in?" He shook his head. "And we haven't heard back yet from Adam." He checked his phone automatically. I'll give him another hour or so before I try him." "It may take him a while to find out where the leak is. And it could be outside the ATF," she added, "which widens the search parameters." He nodded. "Still, he sounded as angry about it as we are, so I have the feeling he'll be all over it." "Well, before I put anything new on my body," she said, "I need a long, hot shower." She paused. "Any problem with
As if he'd heard her silent pleas, he slid two soapy fingers between her pouty labia and stroked in a slow glide up and down the slick flesh. She thrust her pelvis against him, sending him silent signals she wanted more, much more. "Please," she begged. He captured her plea with his mouth, sealing his lips to hers and thrusting his tongue deep inside her. When she answered with her own, gliding it against his, he bit down on it gently and tugged. Instantly, she felt as if jungle drums had been set up deep inside her pussy, pounding away and reverberating throughout her body. She slid one hand down the flat hard planes of his chest and his abdomen and tangled her fingers in the thick curls of his groin. Her knuckles bumped his cock, making it flex against her touch, and her own cream surged from her body to mingle with the slippery wetness from the 64 shower. Unable to resist a moment longer, she wrapped her fingers around that thick, hard, swollen spike and stroked him the way
The meeting was set to take place at the supplier's warehouse. Adam had called them with the details as well as the information that he, Ezra Burns, and Lige Riddick would all be present. The takedown would happen with a support team from the Tampa office. Grey was already on the alert. Because of the listening devices he had placed in both the man's house and office, he and Athena knew exactly when he got the call, what his reaction was, and what he planned to do. Grey and Athena met the ATF team at the site a good two hours before the time specified, so they could all be in position. The core group had hidden around the warehouse and parking lot itself, the rest stood ready at another industrial site about a block away, prepared to move in on Riddick's signal. Grey had taken a private moment to do two things before they left the house, hoping he was wrong on all counts but he'd be prepared nevertheless. And he hoped Athena wouldn't be too pissed at him for not telling her. He h