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I didn’t move a muscle, staring him down. “Are you suggesting I manipulate your sister-in-law to get an in with Pittman?”
“I’m not suggesting anything.” He sat back with a sigh. “You two already have a... history. You also already offered her your place. You can still go to work at the shop and be close by. I can increase patrols around the shop without alerting anyone, plus I’ll be nearby if you need me. I don’t see the problem.”
He made it sound so fucking easy, but we both knew it was anything but. “I don’t like the idea of lying to her, Mateo.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Does she know about Pittman’s crew at the bar? What they said?”
My jaw tightened, knowing where he was going. “No. Not everything.”
“Then you’re already lying to her.” He sat forward, his forearms resting on his desk. “We can fill her in when the time is right, but this is too dangerous to loop anyone else in, Adam. We need the least amount of moving parts possible.”
I huffed out a breath, my mind ticking, but I kept landing back on the same thing. Faith. This was my best option to help her, keep her close to me and keep my sorry ass out of prison, all while giving me the golden opportunity to put Pittman behind bars.
“No jail?” I quirked a brow at Mateo.
He cracked a half grin. “Not unless you want to.”
“Instead, I go undercover with the biggest sociopath in town?”
“Something like that.”
I stared at him, processing, while he rambled shit about how he’d handle my parole officer and get me anything I needed to make it work.
I held up a hand. “This is fucking crazy, Mateo. You know that, right?”
He nodded, looking tired. “Yeah. And I can’t force you to do it. You’re not a cop. You don’t work for me. Do I think it’s maybe our last option to bring down Pittman and end the threats against Faith?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah. But you have every right to say no.”
And that was the rub. I didn’t. Not where she was concerned. I would literally do anything, be anything, for her. And we both knew that.
“No,” I said. “I don’t.” I rolled my head, cracking my neck. “I’ll do it.”
We spent thenext half hour or so coming up with a cursory plan. It was rough at best, but it was difficult to get into too much detail since I had no idea if I could get back into Guidry or Pittman’s good graces again. Much less what role they’d allow me to play, if any, in the organization.
So, that was step one of the plan: Establish contact, and be believable enough to at least get them to talk to me, if not let me hang around. In a perfect world, they’d let me roll with them like the old days so I could gather intel for Mateo. He’d given me a quick rundown on the type of things he needed, namely rock-solid proof on the drug operation and something to tie Pittman to the murders of one or both of the previous chiefs.
On paper it sounded easy enough. We both knew this was insanity and it would be a suicide mission if I were caught. And it had to be a secret from everyone unless they had a need to know.
“There’s one thing,” I said just before we called the meeting done.
“What’s that?”
“To get this rolling, I’ll need cash. Can you do that?”
He lifted a brow. “How much?”
I grinned. “How much can you get me?”
He stood and headed toward the door. “I’ll be in touch.”
His hand was on the knob, and I pictured Faith on the other side, impatient and saucy, pissed at being made to wait and left out of the conversation. “And Faith?” I prompted. “She can’t go home,” I reminded him.
He paused. “No.”
“She’s stubborn as hell,” I said. “She won’t just tuck tail and come stay with me.”
His gaze was unreadable. “I’ll take care of it.”
He didn’t give me time to ask what he meant before he opened the door.
