Page 95 of Tempted By Poison
“I need to contact Detective Gear. Normally, I need him out of GenCre’s business, but today this goes much deeper, it taps into their jurisdiction, and I don't need anything blowing back on us.”
“Do you think that he knows about all of this and just kept you out of the loop?” Anita asks.
“He could be involved, Ro.”
I grind my teeth as hot heat rushes to my neck and up my face. “If he is, then he’ll die along with them. But I don't think he’s stupid enough to be involved in it or know about it and not tell me.” He’s not obligated to inform me about everything, but he would if he knows what is best for his life. Besides that, Gear may be an asshole, but he has honor and moral decency.
I shoot him a text.
Me: I found out some news about the mayor, and it's best you know now before you find out on the news.
Dots quickly appear.
Gear: What the fuck are you talking about, Alvarez?
Me: Your mayor is involved in X Y & Z.
Dots appear, then vanish. My brows scrunch. Then they appear again.
Gear: Stay out of that mess. And let me handle it. I don't know how deep this shit goes.
I narrow at the screen.
Me: You’ve known?
Gear: I didn't tell you because I knew what you would do. You’ll go in massacring people before we have the facts. I need to gather all the information to present a solid case.
Me: The facts have been there in your face the entire time you’ve just been harboring.
I have a sense of betrayal in my chest, but I won't let it led me down that path. I end the conversation, and get out of the car while the cold rain sprays inside. The heel of my boots slammed onto the small device, leaving it smashed to pieces. It's untraceable, but it's no longer needed.
I hop back into Anita and Mal looking at me confused. “He's known.”
“That fucker,” Anita hisses.
“He’s working with them.”
I shake my head. “No, apparently, but he’s been gathering a case around him.”
“And you believe him?” Mal quips.
“I believe he kept it to himself because he knows me.”
“Well, he doesn't need a case anymore, GenCre has determined Mr. Mayor is guilty,” Anita responds.
I gaze at her, measuring out her words in my head. Perhaps she’s decided she wants to stay...Ihope she does.If Mal wasn't in the back, I’d kiss her for good luck.
“No mercy.” She ends it off.
“No mercy,” Mal hisses.
I grab the camouflage face paint. “Then let's go.”
