As if the man was dead, and we were out here chasing a ghost around. It was almost like he was protected too. Not too many people wanted to go down the route of finding out who the man was. Jasper seemed like he was the only person close enough to crack the code, then it went cold.
Last I spoke to his brother, he was picking up where he left off, and his ass disappeared too. Every person that even looked like they were going to investigate who this man was, ended up gone.
He was truly a ghost.
After putting Susie and her son in one of the SUV’s, I headed to the office because if my boss called me once more, I was going to scream.
Nyla Vae was the director of the organized crime unit that had been put together. When I stepped into my assignment, we didn’t have a unit. We knew what the goal was, and I reported every week.
I was supposed to remain clean, not kill, and remember that this was undercover. During the midst of all of that, I forgot all about that and dived straight forward into this life. Robinson was trying to clean a bunch of shit up, so now this new unit existed.
I shook my trench coat off as I walked down the hall, and draped it across the back of my chair, heading toward the meeting room.
When I entered the room, Robinson was sitting at the head of the table. I was surprised to see his ass here. He never came around unless he needed me to do something for his ass.
Like steal that box of evidence.
“How was the funeral, Marcus?”
I shrugged and dropped down in the empty chair I spotted. “It was a funeral… same as all those in the past and the ones that will happen in the future.”
Nyla leaned forward. “This is Aimee Gates. She’s a new intern and is very good. They don’t have any use for her in the other departments, so she was put here.”
“Fuck is she supposed to do?” I questioned, not understanding why we needed another person on this team.
Her brown skin glistened under these dull lights, and her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She wore a pair of black eyeglasses, and her lips were glossed up.
“Cyber specialist. She’s new, and she’s an intern, but I feel like she’s a good fit for the team.” Robinson said, staring directly at her.
She didn’t see the way he was staring at her because she was writing something down. “Cool.”
She finally lifted her head and smiled. “Glad that you approve.”
“No one has any information, not even our informants. The owner of the lounge says he was in the kitchen and ran when he heard gun shots. How does someone come into a public restaurant, shoot a woman in the head, and torture a man, and no one knows anything?” Nyla asked, completely confused.
“Find out some information. Got people coming down on me because the crime seems to be getting worse. Marcus, don’t forget you went to a private school and a Christian college. This is a fucking job, not your lifestyle,” Robinson stood up.“Now, I have a meeting with District Attorney Fern for lunch… do yourfucking jobs before I get somebody else in here to do your job for you.”
He rested his hand on Aimee’s shoulder. “It was nice meeting you, Director Robinson.”
“Likewise, Aimee. I’ll be checking in with you to see if this is a good fit for you.” He wasn’t going to check in to see if she was a good fit. She was an attractive woman, and he was interested. The same way he was interested in Nyla and always checked in with her. Beautiful women made the FBI go around.
We all sat in the room in silence after he left. “What do you have?”
“Nyla, you know damn well I don’t have anything.” I sucked my teeth, pissed she was even trying to put me on the spot.
What I told her last week was the same shit that I had this week. Other than Joey’s body, I ain’t have shit.
She stood up and folded her arms. “Just lay low.”
Susie told me exactly who was responsible. Goon was testing me and calling me out. He knew I was best for sending someone to handle shit for me, but he was making sure he called me out in front of my own people.
Forcing them to look at me.
He had killed one of my own.
They were going to want to know what I would do about it, and I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do. Joey shouldn’t have done whatever the fuck he did. As much as I wanted to go with that logic, I had to do something.
My reputation depended on it.
