Page 97 of Weston’s Treasure

The impulse to call his woman, just to double-check she was okay was curbed when Nix barked Weston’s name. She’s fine he thought to himself as he made his way into the conference room.

“Hope that job offer was real,” Alec started, but said no more.

“Say what?” Nix’s eyes cut to Alec.

“Gave my resignation three hours ago. It was accepted and even though I offered to remain on the job for four weeks, they cut me loose.”

The room went utterly still. No fucking way would Alec Hall leave his job at the Department of Homeland Security unless some serious shit was going down.

“They cut you loose?” Nix clarified.

“Yep. Officially unemployed.”

“So whatever you suspected was going on that made you give them that resignation was confirmed,” Nix continued.

“Fuck yeah. No one wants me around a case, when I feel in my gut shit ain’t right. I started asking more questions, got bullshit answers, asked some more, got pushback, gave notice, and my boss was all too happy to collect my security badge and send me on my way.”

“What doesn’t feel right?” Weston asked.

“Don’t like the way shit went down with Silver. Don’t like how Jason Scott got cut a deal, really don’t like how everyone wanted to drag their feet with Howard Sposato, and to top all of that, the takedown was too fuckin’ easy. It was like all the players knew we were coming, and they were prepared.”

Weston’s stomach lurched and desperation was taking over. He knew firsthand how easy it was for shit to go sideways. How vulnerable their women were. Micky had been snatched right out of her own goddamned house and Kennedy was taken from a public parking lot.

No fucking way in hell was his woman gonna be taken.

“Not unusual for powerful men to have their attorneys on speed dial and at the ready,” Chasin reminded Alec.

“No. But it’s pretty fuckin’ unusual to have said attorney sitting at your table, the day DHS comes in with a taskforce to take you in. Funny, it was almost like he was waiting for us.” The sarcasm in Alec’s tone couldn’t be missed, therefore no one in the room did. Though the new information sent more than a chill through Weston.

“That’s something you failed to mention to us,” Nix growled.

“Yeah, I know. I was trying to get some answers before I brought it to you. Never got those answers. So here I am, out of a job, hoping your offer was legit.”

“You know the offer stands,” Nix returned.

“Silver in danger?”

Alec’s gaze swung Weston’s way and he braced. “Wish I could say for certain the answer to that was no. But you know me, and I don’t blow sunshine and I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“Fuck!” Weston’s hand went to his hair, and with a vicious tug, he stepped away from the table and started to pace. “Her ass is swinging. Everyone in that office knows Silver brought us the intel.”

“Yep,” Alec clipped.

“So she’s in danger,” Weston concluded.

“Right now, Sposato, Chapman, and Scott are too worried about saving their asses and spinning this to worry about revenge,” Alec informed him.

“And you know this how?”

“Considering all three men were out in under twenty-four hours, I’ve been following them, watching their meets. And when the opportunity arose, I bugged their homes. Nothing’s been said except strategizing how to get their asses out of drug charges. Don’t have access to their phones, and that’s where I’m hoping Micky can work her magic.”

Weston stopped wearing a hole in the carpet and looked at Nixon’s stone-cold expression. Weston figured his face looked the same. Glancing around the room, he noted Chasin, Holden, and Jameson, all wore identical scowls.

“When the girls get back from lunch, we’ll brief McKenna.” That was all Nixon said and changed the subject. “You moving to Kent County or you commuting in?”

“Moving,” Alec answered.

“Right. There’s an extra room in the farmhouse,” Nix offered.