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Letting out a sigh, I flip open the laptop I was allowed to bring with me. It looks like a normal computer, but the analysts have put a special, discreet software on it. I spent hours with the tech gurus, learning how to use it. If anyone else were to get on it, it would look normal to them, but there are around twenty folders and apps you have to go through to get to the FBI database. The more complicated it is to find, the more secure the FBI’s secrets will be.
Shit. I hope I remember all the steps, otherwise the hidden folders won’t be much use to me either.
I already know everything there is to find about Novak, so I might as well see if there’s anything interesting about the three owners of Trinity. They have an overwhelming presence, making me curious to know more about them to see if they have any connection to Novak or the case.
Sure, that’s the only reason.
I know their first names, but not their last names so I start with something they all have in common—Trinity.
With a simple internet search, I go to the local real estate website and look up Trinity. It doesn’t take me long to find what I’m looking for. The owners of Trinity are Ace Lennox, Blais Monroe, and Theon Watson. Trinity has been open for almost four years now.
Perfect. Now I need to look them up in the FBI records.
Once I get through the maze of finding the database, I type in my agent information and password. Starting with Ace, I don’t find anything recent. The only thing I come across in the background check is a misdemeanor assault charge from when he was twenty. Looking deeper into the police reports and court documents, I see that he threatened a guy with a crowbar, who was trying to hurt his little sister.
Okay, nothing too bad there.
My searches of the other guys come up very similar. Blais has a squeaky-clean record, which is surprising by looking at the guy. Theon, though, has some vandalism charges from when he was a juvenile, but other than that, nothing.
They might not be angels, but there’s nothing too terrible on their records to make me suspicious.
My stomach grumbles loudly. Damn, I haven’t had food since yesterday because I was so busy.
Shutting my laptop, I shove it in my special FBI-built hiding spot, and head out the door to find some food.
I don’t want to go far so I take a short walk to Shotgun Dan’s Pizza right around the corner from the apartment. I made sure when they picked an apartment for me, it was within walking distance of a pizza place so I could satiate my need for the savory pieces of heaven.
The place is fucking packed as I walk in the door. Waiting in line, my thoughts drift where I don’t want them to. I can’t help but wonder what the guys’ stories are. They own a bar together, but their demeanor and the way they interact with each other says there’s more there than their common interest in Trinity. Ace stared me down as he questioned me like I was a threat to him and the others. He seemed tense beneath the charming personality he was trying to portray. With each thing I said, they’d look at each other like they were conveying messages without words.
From what I gathered, each of them has different personalities, making me wonder how they became friends. Ace seems like he’s the one in charge, Theon watches every move a person makes, and Blais is the carefree one. They even present themselves uniquely so their friendship is a bit of an enigma.
Even though they seemed interested in me, they can’t know who I am. The FBI has covered all my steps with my fake ID, apartment, and burner phone. I’m fully submerged in the world as Courtney Thompson. Everything should be locked up tight, so they’ll never know who I really am.Unless I slip up.
I’m getting myself worked up over nothing. I’ve never been this nervous being undercover before, so I’m not sure why this feels so different.
I order my pizza, pay, and turn to move out of the way so I can wait for it to be ready. I’m so focused on trying to get my credit card back into my wallet that I don’t notice someone standing there and I smack right into them, dropping my wallet and phone.
“Shit,” I mutter, bending down to pick up my things. “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”
“It’s okay, darling,” a smooth voice I instantly recognize, purrs. Standing up with my phone and wallet in hand, my mouth drops open while my heart feels like it’s going to explode. There’s something about his messy hair and casual clothes that makes me want him more than when he’s all put together.
“Blais,” I breathe.
He smirks. “The one and only.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying not to roll my eyes at his cockiness.
His eyes roam my body, and I suddenly feel self-conscious about my appearance. A quick walk to get dinner didn’t call for anything fancy so I pulled my hair up in a messy bun, threw on a pair of black leggings and a purple shirt that says“I’m the Sweetest Disaster”on it with a messy cupcake design.
Blais’ eyes linger on my shirt and he smiles. “I bet you are,” he says under his breath. I can feel the blush rising to my cheeks from the weight of his dark, burning stare.
I avert my gaze to anywhere but the gorgeous man in front of me. Seeing as he’s not paying attention to my question, I ask again, “What are you doing here?”
“Getting pizza of course,” he says with a wink.
“Right,” I murmur. Of course that’s why he’s here. “You live near here?”
“Something like that. You?”
