Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Thanks.” Cash did as he’d been guided, watching the coffee fill his cup. “Seriously, thanks for everything.”
“It’s what partner’s do,” Joe said, as if his part was nothing extraordinary, and shut the bedroom door behind him.
Since Cash was on a roll, he reached for the creamer, dumping a load inside the coffee cup. He stirred the hot liquid with his index finger, going back to his laptop. He choked down the bitter brew as he took his seat, waiting for his computer to initiate. The longer he stared at the screen the more aggravated he got.
He was tired as hell of being pissed off at his superiors.
All the same thoughts he’d had for a while now raced through his head. No matter how he twisted the information, it always looped back with the same questions and conjectures that he didn’t want to give legitimacy to.
One was that he’d been purposefully kept at a distance from necessary and critical intel. Why?
Two was that he, his team, and Dev were in far more danger than he suspected and he’d had a pretty vivid imagination of the possible retaliation lengths regarding Dev and the club.
Three was that over all this time, why hadn’t Dev been brought into the government’s operation?
What had motivated his father in the recent bid to make Dev second? Did his old man truly plan to have Dev act as collateral damage from his own misdeeds?
Probably.
Then there was Diesel. Number four.
Dev’s father had no redeeming qualities. Making sure his son stayed close enough to the club to make the brothers believe he had a rightful place at the top, but far enough out to make it appear as if Dev was a hostile, hotheaded, mess... Dev’s frustration with his father’s treatment allowed Fox to sneak around and groom Diesel to take over the club. Fox planned to have Dev take his fall then have Diesel slide in to continue the DOJ’s work for decades to come.
The perfect setup to leave Dev as the sacrificial lamb to his father’s deceit and thievery.
Fox had no regard for Dev’s life.
It made perfect sense. Fox could pin the theft on Dev, landing him in prison for the rest of his life. And that was the best outcome considering the slaughter he’d witnessed yesterday.
His fifth thought was focused on the reasons the attorney general’s office had put Cash in Dallas. He’d previously worked in white-collar crime. He’d never been assigned to a street crime before.
If they had expected him to take down the club’s president, then he’d needed to know those specifics before he ever got started. Maybe he was only put here to protect Dev. Maybe his leadership knew what was about to play out and knew Dev was innocent of the crimes.
Could be true. He doubted it though. The DOJ was a cutthroat organization.
And sixth… Who did Diesel officially report to? Diesel knew who Cash was, yet Cash hadn’t been given the same information.
Yeah, he was on to something.
Which meant the likelihood of yesterday’s shooters being anything other than federal agents was getting slimmer and slimmer.
His gut twisted hard.
If Diesel’s explanation about Fox missing revenue quotas was in fact true…
How fucked up was that? The government required a certain dollar amount be made from the sale of street drugs…
His stomach turned again.
Diesel stated last night that he felt as disconnected from the truth as Cash did.
What was next?
Again, he mentally swiveled back to the reason he’d been assigned to the case in the first place. His directive hadn’t changed: Recover the missing money.
With Fox and Carly gone, both Shanna and Dev were jumping into the club’s business blindly.
The crime scene at the bike shop, ink parlor, and official office of the club, meant all three were now closed indefinitely. The DOJ needed to pull strings to ensure that Cash had access to Fox’s world.
No doubt, the brothers would sneak in and out of the crime scene. They were crafty that way, meaning Cash needed to get into the warehouse and office as soon as possible before anyone tampered with the evidence. He also needed access to Fox’s home. Again, sooner rather than later. He suspected Dixie was in straight-up shit show mode.
He let his eyes close.
Holy hell. This case was too much mental ping-pong.
Maybe the real answer was the most obvious, the federal government was truly inept and evil. Hell, he’d learned that lesson in his first assigned case.
What kind of revenue goals were Fox and team responsible for? Millions? Multimillions?
The sound of a ding drew Cash from his musing to see a video call initiated on the screen. Cash placed the coffee cup aside and reached for his headset. He scooped his hair off his forehead as he added the headphones and accepted the call.
Even in the early morning hours, Lily was put together, not a hair out of place. She stared at him for a good long moment before saying, “You’re at it early.”