“Go home, get packed and be ready to go as soon as we get the all clear from the Captain. Candy has been spotted in Tampa, Florida. She’s currently under surveillance due to a case the FBI has going on there. They will give us more details when we get there,” Brocard ordered the team.
“Babe, I know Eddie is family, with Shane, the SEAL thing and all, but please, don’t say anything until we know more. I don’t want to get their hopes up for nothing,” Pratt pleaded with her husband.
“Ugh, that means squidward is hoping for a quickie before he goes buh bye.” Raso fake puked.
“Stop being so jealous. I keep telling you Marcus wants your cranky ass. I don’t know why anymore.” Pratt smirked as she walked out of the squad room with her husband.
2
Alpha Squad landed in Tampa early afternoon the next day. The seven women split up with Diesel, Rameriez and Sgt. Brocard going to Tampa PD to check in with them and why they were in Tampa.
Pratt, Raso, Cortez and York were tasked with checking in with the local FBI office to find out what was going on with their surveillance and where Candy fit in. On their way to the office, Brocard called them with the news that Agent Baker had called to redirect them elsewhere.
Upon arriving at the address provided, Pratt, Raso, Cortez and York walked up to a group of three large, intimidating, yet sexy ass men standing in a huddle.
“Hi, I’m Detective Pratt with the Riverside County Sheriff’s Department. I’m looking for Agent Baker.” Pratt looked at each man, smiling as she waited for someone to tell her where Agent Baker was.
“Sorry ma’am, wrong group. I believe Agent Baker is over there.” The tall god-like man with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes politely pointed further away to another group of people.
“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Pratt smiled as she walked towards the other group with York following behind her.
“Riverside County? Didn’t know Florida had a Riverside County.” The blonde-haired tall hunk looked over at his friends.
“It doesn’t. We are from California. San Diego to be exact.” Cortez hesitantly stared at the three hotties, waiting for word on what to do from the others in the team.
“Aren’t you ladies a long way from home? The dark-haired god stared at the two women.
Raso stared the dark-haired hunk down, not sure how to respond. “Wellllll, we got called to come see the great and powerful Oz, so we followed the yellow brick road to the swamp instead.”
“Oh shit!” Two of the men stepped back when the dark-haired hunk crossed his massive arms across his chest, widening his stance just a smidge.
“Fuck a fucking duck!” Pratt and York rejoined the group, oblivious to the stare down between Raso and the dark-haired guy.
Cortez and Raso turned away from the three men and looked over at their teammate. “What?”
“Fucking Peter! He’s gator meat now. Asshole got dumped here. Half his ass is missing. Obviously, the gator had a snack before the top half washed up here.”
Cortez lowered her head, huffing out a huge sigh. “Well shit, there goes our one fucking lead to finding Candy and Dakota.”
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing atmycrime scene?” A short, overweight, balding man in an ugly brown jacket stormed up to the small group, getting into the women’s faces.
Pratt glared at the arrogant newcomer as his face kept getting redder and redder from her stare down. “Goldilocks and the three fucking bears.” Pratt pointed to her teammates, not realizing she included the three men behind them.
The frumpy man glared at the four women, breathing heavy, placing his hands on his hips. “Do you know who the fuck I am?”
Pratt looked over at her three teammates who all shrugged, then looked over at the tree hunks standing behind them who all stood with a wide stance and their hands crossed across their chest, shrugging too. The small group then looked back at the increasingly angry man.
“Witched witch of the east?” Cortez assumed.
“Huh? I thought she was the good one?” Raso looked at Cortez in confusion.
“Ghost of Christmas future?” York tiled her head to the side as she stared the grumpy man down.
“Keynote speaker for the butt fuck convention?” Pratt placed both hands in front of her in a the ‘I don’t know’ gesture.
Agent Baker walked up to the group, stepping between the angry man and the four women gathered around him. “Sorry detectives, this is Special Agent in Charge Stonewall. Sir, this is the team I told you about from California that was searching for the victim and his friends.”
“Victim my ass. Fucker got what he deserved. Wish the damn gator would have let us talk to him first,” Cortez complained under her breath.
