“Armand? Frankie don’t you think I should know a little more about my soon to be husband’s activities?” Sarcasm was me today.
“You heard me Jia. Don’t smart mouth me. I’ve been good to you.”
I nodded feeling bad. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
“I get it. You’re upset, but trust me don’t snoop when it comes to him and be careful.”
“Why?”
He gazed ahead of me at where I’d seen Armand and his expression hardened. “There’s an ugly distrustful side to him. You need to remember who you are. You’re collateral and if the wrong people see you snooping that could be your lot. Remember the shoot out?” He looked back to me.
How could I forget?
He wasn’t asking me if I remembered the shootout at the casino the other week because it was so horrible. He was asking me a different question.
Pa ran various high stakes poker games. On the night of the shootout a man just opened fire right at the start. It was awful.
The first suspicious part of the whole event was that nobody could just get into an event like that without being thoroughly searched. Yet, the guy had a gun and he wasn’t alone. There were five of them. All were shooting. Someone allowed them to come in and get that close to Pa.
Frankie knew as well as me that only a handful of people could have let those guys in, only a handful of people Pa trusted.
With everything going on I’d kind of pushed it to the back of my mind. Not because it didn’t matter. It was just my way of dealing with one problem at a time.
That was all.
I’d never suspected a knight. They were Pa’s trusted. Hiscapos.
Frankie was asking me if I remembered the shoot out because he suspected Armand of foul play.
It was in his eyes. Frankie suspected Armand and truthfully, of all the knights, Armand was the one who’d disgusted me the most and had been consistent in his actions.
Wonderful… it was just one more thing to add to the list of things I hated about my soon-to-be husband.
Chapter 11
Xander
No success last night.No fucking success.
I’d spent the whole of last night looking through another hundred fucking vaults and coming up blank.
Nada.
Now I was starting to wonder if I’d gotten it wrong.
Like I’d gotten everything wrong and heard wrong when The Chameleon dropped the comment about the blueprints being hidden at the casino.
It was the same time, same conversation where I learned about the Ra involvement. Had I been so shocked that I was hearing stuff?
It wasn’t like me to do that, but lately I’d been doing a lot of things that weren’t like me one bit. A lot of shit that didn’t make sense, or adding to a situation like being with Jia last night.
I’d decided that I couldn’t have another night like last night in the chamber, no way. There had to be a better way or if there wasn’t then maybe the problem was simply that I’d gone wrong somewhere.
I figured we needed to go back to the drawing board so I arranged to meet up with Wes before we got together with the others later.
We sat together around the worktable at the warehouse, brainstorming ideas. We went over the maps and everything I’d done so far, checking over things to see if I’d missed something.
I just needed to talk to Wes. Only him right now. Couldn’t have Ethan or the other agents breathing down my neck.
