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“I need to know who comes and goes to and from this warehouse. I think I have a lead on Darrell.”
My gaze focuses on Dean, the same way Ty’s is, watching and waiting for any little sign but his face gives nothing away.
After following Dex to a warehouse on the other side of the town, I knew it was an important place. I watched it for several hours but didn’t see anyone coming or going. When I brought the information back to Ty, he said he’d get Dean on it. However much I hate him being in on the job even though he doesn’t directly know I’m undercover, it’s necessary to get the intel.
We wrap up the meeting, my head starting to thump from the lack of sleep and the way I left the house this morning. I’m more focused now that I know Lily’s here and safe, but now there’s different things I worry about. Like not being able to be truthful with her. I’ve never been this close to anyone, never mind a woman. I have no idea what I’m meant to do. If I reveal that part of me, I’ll destroy the image she has and I’m not sure where that’ll leave us.
This is why I don’t tell anyone about my past, or the thoughts that roll through my mind at times. It’s why I think before I speak and have a filter. Only with her, there doesn’t seem to be one. She pulls at a part of me I didn’t know existed and I don’t know what to do about that.
“Ready?” Kitty asks, bouncing on the spot next to me.
Grunting, I push my chair back before pulling out my key and walking out of the warehouse and to my SUV. I don’t look back at my house or the warehouse as I pull out of my spot, Kitty sitting next to me punching in the address on the navigation system.
“We haven’t been on a job together for a while, eh?”
“Mmm.”
I grip the steering wheel as I follow the directions and keep my mouth closed, my mind working overtime.
“Ty keeps putting me with Dean, but if I’m honest, I’m sick of sitting next to him.” She huffs out a breath. “He doesn’t play my games… it’s almost like he’s a different person now.” Frowning, I wonder what she’s saying but she doesn’t give me a chance to reply before she starts talking again. “He’s always got his head stuck in his cell, and you know me, I want to know who he’s talking to.”
Raising a brow, I chuckle. “Yeah, I know.”
“But he won’t tell me.” She pouts, but I know she’s exaggerating. “I don’t like being in the dark.”
I look over at her when I pull up to a stop sign and stare into her hazel eyes, wondering if she means something else to what she’s actually saying. She doesn’t look away, keeping all her attention on me.
I don’t say anything, but the spark in her eyes tells me there’s more to what she’s saying. Does she know we’re investigating Dean? Does she not like it?
I want to ask her, but instead I turn back to face
the front and press my foot on the gas pedal, not willing to say anything right now.
Kitty’s the person who has been on the most jobs with me, and I trust her. But right now, I’m not sure where she stands so she needs to stay in the dark until we have solid evidence—if there is any.
“So, what’s the job?” I ask, coming to a stop outside the shop.
“Credit card fraud.”
Raising a brow, I ask, “Shouldn’t Charlie be—”
“He’s got a lot going on at the moment with some kind of undercover case.” She pauses. “So I said I’d look at this for him. Besides.” She shrugs. “This dude is ripping off old ladies. Not cool, man. Not. Cool.” Turning the engine off, I nod before pushing out of the car. “Where you going?”
Turning to face her, I grunt, “Inside,” before shutting the door and walking toward the store.
I hear her feet slapping against the ground as she catches up with me. “Luke,” she growls. “You can’t go in, he’ll—”
“You want to close this case?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you need to catch him in the act. You won’t do that by sitting in the goddamn car and waiting for something to happen.” I look over at her. “Turn on your camera.”
She clicks a button on her cell and I know she’s turned on the camera she’s wearing in the earrings Evan gave her.
She’s silent as we walk inside and look around before grabbing some stuff and heading to the counter. I know what he’s gonna do before he’s done it, and when he swipes my card on the wrong side of the machine, I grab him.
“Hey!” he shouts when I yank him over the counter. He tries to get out of my hold, but it’s no use because I have my cuffs on him before he can even blink.
