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It took some more physical encouragement to get him talking.But soon enough he had solid intel to feed up the chain.The two other guys involved with him checked out.The apparent dealer he’d met with was TJ Barros.And a female bystander had definitely seen them all.
“Who is she?”Angel demanded.
Mark coughed, spat out a mouthful of blood and glared up at him with utter loathing.“Just a chick I know from the hospital.She took off with TJ.I think he knows her too, because he was protecting her.”
“What’s her name?”he asked again.
“Bristol.Can’t remember her last name.Look, man—”
“What else?”
“There’s nothing else, man.Now fucking let me go!”
Not happening.And Mark knew it as well as he did.
Angel had what he needed.Now he needed to finish this job and get home before Liana woke up.
The silencer muffled the shot.He left the body tied to the chair in the bedroom and crept out the same way he’d come in, locking the door behind him with his tool.Back at his car he sent the image he’d taken to his contact using a burner, along with a message.
I need access to the security video outside the southeast corner of the hospital in Crimson Point.He specified the time window.
On it, came the reply.Commission transferred.
He checked his bank account, now fifty Gs fatter, then made his way back to the highway and headed south.He had just crossed the state line when his phone alerted him with a sharp ping.Pulling into a rest stop, he watched the video footage some hacker must have found.
The video showed the southeast staff and service entrance of the hospital and that corner of the parking lot.Angel’s latest victim and the others had been smart enough to at least have their meeting beyond the scope of the camera.
Suddenly a woman appeared at the right edge of the field of view, the flashlight on her phone aimed off screen.She stopped, startled.Her expression shifted from shock to anger.She said something.Appeared to be arguing with whoever was off screen.Then a man ran at her.
Tall.Big, athletic build.Dark hair, full goatee, wearing worn jeans and a plaid flannel shirt.
Had to be Barros.
He grabbed the woman’s arm, and they raced across the parking lot.Angel zoomed in to try to get a look at the license plate of the car they jumped into.It tore away out of view.Seconds later, a pickup raced after them.
Angel texted the plate number, make, model and color of the car to Hawk.He waited, thinking.The cartel didn’t have any intel on this Barros guy.Who was he?Angel couldn’t be sure, but it was possible that either he or Mark was the leak.Or maybe they were both involved.
He was just nodding off when a response came back.
Car registered to Bristol Moreau.It listed her address in Crimson Point.
He looked up the address, studied a map of the town as he considered his new orders that had just come in.
Find Barros.
They were desperate.That’s the only reason why they would ask him to take this on right now.And it would cost them.
Tracking isn’t part of my job description, he answered.That was Hawk’s and the other falcon’s territory.
It is now.
Yep.Completely desperate.Interesting.They must think Barros was at least somehow related to the leak.
How much more do I get?He didn’t care if it was ballsy.As long as he got the job done, he was valuable to the organization.He was safe.And so was Liana.He could afford to push a bit.
Triple if you handle it in the next twelve hours.
“Yeah, that works,” he murmured to himself, his heart beating faster.
