Well, shit.
Antonio was shocked as shit.
“He’s been all over the news. The FBI finally broke a case with him involved. He was killing people and got put in lockup a few months ago.”
Yeah, he was aware.
Greyson kept his voice down.
“Well, she’s tied to him. Sasha, AKA Daphne Carmichael is his ex-wife,” he said, trusting the man.
Antonio stared at him in horror.
“Holy shit. We had a mob man’s ex-wife handling our autopsies? That’s fucking foul!”
Oh, tell him about it.
“Yeah, well, Gabe wants her gone. That’s why we’re picking up and transporting. Thanks for flying out with her.”
He didn’t mind.
“Don’t worry. It’s cool. It’s a fast flight to DC and back,” he admitted. “I can’t believe she slipped by the vetting process. Someone’s losing their job.”
Oh, Antonio was wrong there.
She was likely going to another office to spy for Gabe and make someone else’s life miserable.
Not his problem.
Fortunately.
But if they ever crossed paths again, it would most definitely be Daphne’s problem.
“Well, yeah. Heads will roll,” Greyson said, knowing that was anything but the case.
He and Antonio walked to Daphne’s apartment. It was just a quick walk from his. Boy, would he be glad when she was no longer within the city.
“In here,” Greyson said as they entered the building, flashed their creds at the doorman, and headed toward the elevator.
Greyson hoped she put up a fight. He’d loveNOTHINGmore than to put her in cuffs and give her the walk of shame out of her building by two agents.
That would be a late Christmas present for him.
At the woman’s door, he knocked, and there was no answer. He knew for a fact that Gabe had told her to stay put in her apartment until she was transported.
This was odd.
So, he knocked again.
And again.
When Antonio touched the doorknob, it turned easily in his hand, and both men took a step back.
Uh-oh.
That wasn’t good.
Not.
