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The operation the combined ATF and Homeland Security task force were working netted not just the thieves but the Swede as well. And it was the Swede they had wanted most. Him and the missiles.
The thieves might not have had much experience in the stealing and selling of weapons, but they were damned smart. And they had the contacts imperative in such a sell. It had also made them harder to catch. They were paranoid, and they were damned careful. And the only man they had a chance of getting any information out of was dead.
Because Dawg had a hard-on for Crista.
“The woman was there. ” Timothy Cranston wiped his hand over his balding crown in a sign of disgust as he handed out the reports to be passed around. “No one identified her; no one saw where she went. ”
“Do you think she killed Grael?” Greta Dane, a grimly determined agent at Dawg’s right spoke up.
“Why would she kill him?” Natches snorted. “That’s her money man. She would want him alive. ”
“He could identify her,” Greta pointed out with a snide look in Natches’s direction. “And he would have known there would be plenty of his guys left alive when the smoke cleared. Someone could have talked. ”
“She didn’t kill our man,” Timothy assured them all, glancing at Dawg. “Shot came from the back of the head and from Dawg’s weapon. Autopsy confirmed it this morning. The camera’s put our lady in front of him. After she disappeared behind those crates closest to the wall, she disappeared from sight completely. All we have on the outside cameras is some erratic shadowing too large to be a woman. ”
Dawg sat back in his chair and kept his mouth carefully shut. He didn’t give a damn that Grael was dead, but he knew Cranston was pissed. Ultimately, it would work for them rather than against them.
The Swede was a major player in several conflicts; just catching him had been an incredible coup.
Which was pretty much Cranston’s opinion. But it also left the team with a contact they had been lusting after, a potential double agent.
And that was too bad. That contact was a dead end, and Dawg’s lust had come first. He had dibs on it.
“I want to know who that woman was,” Timothy barked in irritation. “Come on, boys and girls.
All we have is brown hair, brown eyes, slender, and pretty. That’s a third of the fucking women in this state or any other. If we get her, we get the money and hopefully break the silence among the thieves.
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This is the weak link, or they wouldn’t be so nervous they’re pacing their cells. She’s our weak link. I can feel it. ”
Dawg almost grinned. Timothy’s fat little hands were rubbing together in glee.
He was the most unlikely looking OHS agent that Dawg had ever seen. Portly, grandfatherly, the crown of his head shining, and the short gray hair around it standing out in spikes, he looked more like an accountant or overworked executive than one of the sharpest minds in Homeland Security.
“Dawg, have you or Natches heard anything new?” Timothy barked then.
The lumberyard and Natches’s garage were two of the gossip points in the county. Information on the theft had come to Dawg’s lumberyard before news of it had made the agency channels. Considering the fact that so far, news of it hadn’t hit the television or radio stations, they were fairly certain it had to have leaked from the thieves themselves.
“Johnny’s come up clear on involvement. ” Dawg grimaced at the thought of his estranged cousin, who raked on his nerves worse than nails over a chalkboard. The news of the hijacking had first come from Johnny when he stopped by the lumber store to buy shelving materials for the bakery goods store he owned outside of town. “We can’t place him anywhere with our buyers or sellers, and according to the agent that questioned him, he overheard it at the store. But he gets a lot of customers, especially out-of-towners and soldiers from Fort Knox, so that makes sense. He could have just heard about the hijacking. And he likes to gossip about everything he hears. ”
Asking Johnny where he heard it hadn’t worked out, and Dawg and Natches both knew better than to push it. The snaky little bastard would immediately see a weakness and strike.
“Would you know it if you even heard anything?” Greta suggested snidely, her honey-colored eyes gleaming with bitterness in her pale, freckled face.
It was rumored that she had lost family to a terrorist attack, and Dawg had always tried to temper his sarcasm toward her, for that fact alone, but her own bitterness was beginning to create a sense of tension in the team whenever she was around.
“Meaning?” He arched his brows mockingly.
“Meaning these are your people. ” She waved her hand to the files and reports. “Whoever stole the missiles knows this area like a native. Which means the woman is probably a native. You wouldn’t suspect a friend or an ex-lover. ”
He heard Natches snort mockingly at that statement.
“Sweetheart, I live for paranoia. I suspect everyone but the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. ”
He gave her a toothy grin and watched as irritation thickened in her expression. “Are you in that group?”
“Dawg. ” Timothy’s voice was a warning little snarl. He was always snarling when he wasn’t rubbing his hands in glee.
