“Hey, what if that detective comes sniffing around at the wrong time?” a third man asks.
Rocky sighs. “Well, if he’s dumb enough to show up tonight, we won’t have much of a choice, will we?”
“Okay, but Clive said his men are only drivers. You want a hit, then one of us will need to go,” the third guy says.
A hit? Shit. Are they talking about killing a police officer? My heart rate picks up, and it’s pumping loudly in my ears, making it harder to hear the men talking.
“You go with them then,” Rocky says.
“Will do,” the third guy says. “Come on, Mac, let’s head out.”
Not knowing which way they are going to leave, I quietly but quickly make my way back to the street, then I walk down the sidewalk. The car that went behind the building drives to the front. There are real estate listings plastered on the window I’m passing, so I pretend to be reading those.
When the car turns onto the road, I glance over, trying to catch a glimpse of the men inside, but the angle is wrong and I’m not able to.
I have to get out of here. This is not the time to run into Rocky. If he believes for a minute I overheard him, I don’t think it would end well for me.
At this point, I have to know what Delaney knows. If she’s okay with any of this, then I’ll need to rethink everything.
I get back to the car and drive a few blocks, then pull over. Shit, I have to tell someone, talk to someone.
I call the one person who I know won’t bullshit me. My brother, Brian.
“Logan? Wow, I’m surprised to hear from you.”
“Yeah, sorry to call out of the blue.”
“No, please do. I’d like to hear from you more often.
I’m surprised. “You would?”
He laughs. “Am I that much of a dick that it surprises you?”
I stare out the window. “Well, since you joined the FBI…”
“I’ve been told I put work before everything else. I’m sorry. I’m trying to be better. What’s up? Are you in the States or some other country? Oh wait, you probably can’t tell me.”
I let out a breath, happy he’s open to talking because I really need some advice. “I’m in the country. I’m on leave, actually. And I’ve run into a problem I need your advice on.”
“On leave? Any chance I’ll get to see you?”
“I’m in California.”
He laughs again. “What’s her name?”
“That’s actually why I’m calling. I’m serious about her, but I think her father is into something shady. Well, I know he is. I’m just not sure how bad it is.” I grimace because that isn’t entirely accurate. “And I don’t know if my girlfriend knows what her father does.”
“Are we talking criminal activity?”
“Yes.”
A door closes in the background, and then a chair squeaks. “Okay, I’m at my desk. Give me his name, and I’ll see if there is any kind of criminal history.”
One of the perks when your brother is an agent in the FBI.
“Rocky Manzia.”
He’s silent.
