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As I glanced around, I spotted a heavy safe and a table with books on.
I crossed over to it and began flicking through them and then laughed.
“Oh, this guy is a dumbass. It’s a record of everyone he’s selling too, who his dealers are, where they sell and live,” I said.
“You’re joking?” Grey asked, shocked.
I cackled. “Nope, everything we need to bring this ring down is here.”
“What a fucking idiot,” Grey murmured.
“Yeah, but what a result,” I crowed.
Today couldn’t get any better!
Chapter One.
Willow
Five hours later, when I returned to the office, there were congratulations all round. While not a cartel bust, this man had been a big player, having taken over from Romeo Santos when he was eliminated. The guy literally drove his coke from North Dakota to South Dakota and stored it in a warehouse.
Who’d question a truck delivering to a warehouse?
Then he used his men to fill their vehicles and move it to the house we’d raided.
He wasn’t a mastermind, and it surprised me he’d got away with it for so long. It took a freaking lot of luck on his behalf.
Even so. Three million dollars in cash recovered from the huge safe, his logbooks tracking everything, and eight million bucks of coke made this a successful bust for me. What a complete idiot. Then again, since Santos had fallen to Rage—not that I’d ever admit it to anyone—only idiots seemed to have stepped up. Most were too frightened of Rage MC to engage in anything serious.
Sure, Rapid City had its issues, drugs, prostitution and so on, but not in numbers as high as they’d been in the past. Rage enforcing a ten-mile zone around their clubhouse helped keep the street clean and free. It was well known on the streets that Rage would not stand for shit.
Of course, my father, being a founder, gave me a lot of knowledge that maybe a usual FBI agent wouldn’t come across. Several big busts in my career had been thanks to Rage.
I sat down at my desk and leaned back as someone dumped my favourite latte in front of me and offered me a high five.
I was part of the Criminal, Cyber, Response and Services Branch and loved my job in the Criminal Investigation Division. Recently, I’d been promoted to lead a team with the rank ASAC, Assistant Special Agent-in-charge. The FBI held my heart, and I dreamt of a career within its ranks.
Movement caught my eye, and I saw the assistant director beckoning Grey into his office. A slight frown crossed my brow. Because there’d been no fuck-ups today. Why did the boss want to see Grey?
A niggle started in my stomach.
Dan Grey.
“Sir?” Grey asked, taking a seat as Thomas Markin motioned him to do so.
“Good mission, clean, well run, only one casualty, and that was on the perps side,” Markin said as he relaxed in his chair and stared at Grey.
“ASAC Ware ran it well,” Grey agreed.
“Oh, drop the formality. Willow did a great job, and the higher-ups are noticing her. They are also paying attention to her relationship with you,” Markin stated.
Grey stiffened. “There is nothing but a professional—”
“Don’t do it. Do not lie to me, son. I’ve known for a while you and Willow were knocking boots. As per policy, you are not allowed interoffice relationships. If Willow was based in another department or building, it wouldn’t be an issue. The problem is you’re on the same team—and partners, too.”
“Our personal life has never been an issue or affected our standards,” Grey retorted.
“No, I can’t say it has. But Grey, Willow’s one of those rare agents who can work her way to the top. You, however, I think are happy remaining as part of the team in the field. Willow possesses unique qualities that could elevate her to the role of director or beyond. A couple more busts like today, and she’ll be ushered in for a SAC position.”
