Chapter 15
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“Hey, you need to seethis,” Moose called out.
Nitro had been making a cup of coffee in the kitchen of a HAMR Brotherhood stash house in Durham, North Carolina, one of many they used for different things. At this moment, the place had been turned into intel central as everyone hunkered down to find a lead on the senator’s kidnapper.
That there had still been no demands yet was not an encouraging sign. W had plans for the senator, which probably coincided with his annual death and destruction date coming up at the end of this week.
Nitro strode into the great room where computer monitors of mixed sizes had been mounted around the walls.
Angel leaned back in a recliner with his elbow propped on his chair and head held up by his hand. He murmured quietly into the headset connected to the computer on his lap. He tracked down leads Blade, Nitro, or Moose handed him. Research was not Angel’s strong point. Risking his life on a mission suited him more.
Blade had gone to pick up supplies. Since walking in and setting up his equipment, Moose hadn’t moved from his seat more than the time it took to hit the bathroom.
Placing a hand on the back of Moose’s chair, Nitro asked, “Whatcha got, Cuz?”
“I’ve got an alert set up for any movement at Sam’s place at night. He came back from a walk at ten, then his aunt showed up around half past eleven. The lights went out in the living room next.”
“Okay, what’s weird about any of that?”
“Not a thing.” Moose tapped and the video cued up. “Until this just happened.”
Nitro leaned in, squinting to view the video filmed after dark. The time stamp showed just before four in the morning. A black or dark blue sedan had pulled into the inn driveway and a tall blonde got out.
No lights were on inside the house. Outside, a gas lamp offered enough to see the porch area.
Moose tapped more keys and the resolution improved, brightening the image to better see her once she walked near the gaslight. He muttered, “She’s hot.”
No argument from Nitro. She looked to be five-ten and blond. That bright dress hugged every curve from her neck to her waist then stopped just past her ass. She carried a shoulder bag that Nitro didn’t think was only a purse. Just the right size for a change of clothes and other overnight needs.
Sam had opened the door and looked shocked.
She hit the bottom step and ran forward to jump in his arms.
Nitro felt Angel hanging near his shoulder. Angel muttered, “Tabaquismo!”
“Yeah, that’d be smokin’ even for your women,” Moose agreed. “Where the hell did Partyman findher?”
That comment shook Nitro loose from watching the forever lip-lock. “Thought you said Partyman usually hooked up with a local woman called Janean.”
Moose turned to him. “He has in the past. This doesn’t appear to be her based on his reaction and Janean being shorter with dark brown hair. Got nothing on this one.”
When the kiss ended, Sam beamed at her as if someone had dropped that babe in his lap.
