She kissed him back and patted his chest. “I love you, too. Keep that vest on,” she said before ducking into her car. “Joey is dangerous.”
As Sin walked inside, his phone buzzed with a text. “Bang bang. You’re a dead man.”
Dammit to fucking hell.
He punched the elevator button. Gritting his teeth, he rode to the top floor, and headed straight for his office. He opened the credenza, poured himself a finger of whiskey and tossed it back, savoring the burn as it trailed down to his stomach.
Ding!
The laptop on the conference table snagged his attention. Evangeline’s search had gotten a hit. There was a primary photo, plus two additional. In each, Joey’s appearance had been altered.
The first showed a young man with short, blond hair. That was a mug shot taken at a police station. In the second, Joey sported medium brown hair. He was posing for a picture on a restaurant terrace, his arm around an older, wealthy-looking woman. In the third, Joey’s hair had been cut short. He’d grown a beard and mustache, and wore wire-rimmed glasses.
Sinclair scrutinized the accompanying summary.
NAME: Thomas Edward Monty
ALIASES: Joey Miller, Joey Green, Joey Hill
STATUS: Fugitive
WANTED BY: Massachusetts, Florida, FBI
WANTED FOR: Murder, Escape from Custody, Fraud, Internet Fraud
PRIOR CONVICTION(S): Attempted Murder
LAST SEEN: Palm Beach, Florida
NOTES: Wanted by the state of Massachusetts for killing a sheriff’s deputy and escaping while being transported to serve time for Attempted Murder. Considered armed and dangerous. Wanted in Florida for financial scams that victimized several women in the Palm Beach area. Wanted by the FBI for interstate flight to avoid incarceration and interstate fraud.
His blood pressure skyrocketed, his pulse pounded hard and fast. And the fury that lived below the surface erupted like a volcano. He lifted his phone, made a call.
“Everything okay?” Dakota asked.
“I found him,” Sin bit out. “I found the son of a bitch.”
22
The Black Site
Seething, Sin strode into the conference room. He slapped several photos of Monty on the table and set the laptop in front of Jacoby. Then, he fished out one of the photos Evangeline had taken and showed his team. “This man is armed, dangerous, and obsessed with Evangeline. He’s calling himself Joey Thomason and he’s posing as a pastor.”
Sanchez pulled up the surveillance picture from the night of the club fire and spun her laptop around. “He could be our guy.”
“I’m not surprised,” Sin said. “His real name is Thomas Monty, and he and I go way back.”
“He’s got one helluva rap sheet,” Jacoby added.
“I’m going to the hospital to warn Evangeline,” Sin said.
“What should we do?” Erica asked.
“Sanchez, you need to find him.” Sin rattled off Thomas Monty’s home address and the location of Mac’s.
“I’m on it.” She closed her laptop and hurried out.
“Erica,” Sin continued. “Head out for the night. You’re point person in the office tomorrow. Stay vigilant and update the team in the morning.”
