Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“That leads me into my next reminder… You answer to me.” Crew tapped his index finger on the table in front of him. “In turn, I answer to my supervisor. Don’t make me look bad, got it? If you do, I’ll make sure any skid marks left on me will be rubbed off on you. Simply put, don’t fuck me and I won’t fuck you. Easy.
“All right… Everyone sitting at this table has one damn mission. To stop those fucking Deadly Demons. To choke the supply of meth coming into Pennsylvania from that outlaw MC. Group one will work on taking the members down in West Virginia. Group three will work on stopping the spread of the Demons and flow of meth into Ohio. That doesn’t mean we won’t be working with those groups. You might be sent south or west. This investigation will be fluid. Meaning, you might be undercover one day, the next you might be stuck in here listening to a wiretap. The next you might be sitting all night in a van doing surveillance while drinking three gallons of coffee and pissing into a container.”
“Do we know who their supplier is?” someone down at the other end of the table asked.
“Not yet,” Crew answered. “However, our group isn’t concentrating on identifying the supplier. Group one is, along with the DEA Houston office. We’ll be more focused on the Demons moving into PA and we’ll see where that leads us. We know they’re dealing on the street because a couple of them got busted doing so but neither biker would cut a deal and give up any info. Until we have something more concrete, our educated guess from some of the chatter we heard is that their MC is a pipeline between two heavy hitters. Both the supplier and possibly another organization with a hand in distribution or possibly even retail sales. Until we identify those bookends and get enough evidence on them, too, we can’t go in and start busting the Demons. We want to give them enough rope to hang themselves and whoever they’re dealing with.”
“How much undercover work are we doing?” Rez asked.
Or at least Nova was pretty sure his name was Alvarez.
“As much as needed. I have thoughts. But then so does the supervising special agent, the assistant special agent in charge, as well as the resident agent in charge.” Crew grimaced and Nova understood that pain.
“Don’t they always?” she muttered under her breath.
Crew’s gray eyes landed on her. “They have a lot to say, for sure. Some good, some not so good. Everyone sitting at this table knows what it’s like when we’re doing all the dirty work and someone else sitting behind a desk is calling the shots. Especially when it’s someone who hasn’t done field work in two damn decades. They forget what it’s like. Don’t worry, I won’t mind reminding them.” His lips curled into a grin.
Again, a few chuckles circled the table.
“Oh, before I forget… Even though a few of us are certified in wiretapping, Torres has the most experience, so he’ll be the Plant manager. I’m not sure how much tapping we’ll need to do as compared to group one, but if you have your A-Cert and are asked to do it, you’ll report to him. Okay… Right now, that’s all I have.”
Chapter Four
Fletch pushed away from the table and stood, announcing, “If you’re not already aware of it, on the first floor of this building is the Blue Avenger MC’s clubhouse. I already cleared it with our president… We’re going to give the task force full access to our church. If you need to let off steam with a game of darts or pool, if you need to hide out for a bit for a break, if you simply want a fucking beer, it’s all available downstairs. We’ll make sure you all get a key. We only ask that you respect the space. The rules are simple. You drink our beer or eat our steaks, you replace it. Clean up after yourself and take care of it like it’s your own. We worked our fucking asses off to get our church to where it is now. Don’t fuck it up or bring in strangers without permission. If you do and you’re not BAMC, you’ll lose that privilege. Now, I’m heading down there to grab a cold brew. If any of you want to come down and check it out, you can come with me and I’ll give you the nickel tour.”
As everyone else stood, too, he heard:
“I’m game.”
“Yeah, I want to check it out.”
“That’s good of you.”
He nodded, noticing he hadn’t heard a female voice amongst them. He turned to where Wilder had been sitting, but she was already beelining toward the door.
He raked his gaze over her from head to toe once more. Her dark brown hair stopped just past her shoulders and even though it looked like it needed a good brushing, whatever she did to it made it have loose waves that looked sexy as fuck. Fletch imagined that was how it looked after she just had three orgasms back to back.