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Trey
My shirt sticksto my skin as I make my way over to the dealership. I hate having to drive all the way over here for this shit, but I know if I don't check in with Marcel he's going to flip out. Not to mention, I have to drive this old ass car with an air conditioner that isn't suited for eighty plus degree weather.
I roll to a stop at the light and hear someone giggling to the right of me. When I look out the window, I see a sky blue Camry with two overly flirtatious women at a stop next to me. At most, they look like they got out of high school last week.
"That's a sexy car." The driver of the Camry says, and she raises an eyebrow at me.
A 1987 Buick GNX Turbo is far from the sexiest car I've ever seen, but it is a classic car, which would give me all the excuses I need to see Marcel. "If you say so." I shoot back at her.
"I do, you maybe want to let me see the inside?" She questions just as the light changes.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I got to go." I look away from her and put my foot down on the gas. It's not that I don't enjoy female companionship from time to time, but with this case going on I don't have time to get mixed up with anyone even for one night.
Besides, I'm fucking hot and agitated. Marcel called me in for the third time this week because the higher ups don't seem to think that I'm moving my ass fast enough to get enough evidence. I'm trying to figure out what they don't understand about the term undercover. It's not like I can just walk in and say 'hey, can you tell me everything you know about the cartel.' No, If I want to find the information it'll be a secret.
I don't know how they expect me to find the information if they keep pulling me to micromanage what I'm doing.
I pull up to the classic car dealership and see the usual crew there working on what looks like a late year Firebird. I let out a soft whistle as I park my car and get out. I don't see Marcel right away, but I've got no doubt that he's probably under a car somewhere getting his hands dirty. Out of all the handlers I've had the pleasure of working with, Marcel really makes things easier.
"Trey, over here, man. That old heap giving you problems again?"
I swing around and see Marcel sliding out from under a mustang, dark oil streaked across his brown skin. I nod at him and walk over to where he is, helping him up off the ground and getting my hand dirty in the process. "You know it. I thought you said last time it would be fixed." I grit my teeth together. Everyone at the dealership knows that Marcel is undercover but that doesn't mean that the clients know. We have to maintain secrecy at all times unless we're in private.
"I thought so, come on, let's chat." Marcel waves a dirty wag towards me before he stuffs it in his pocket. I follow behind him, walking into a small office that we've taken over as our base of operations.
"What the hell is going on now. I can't keep running back and forth out here every time someone gets a little shaky." I start in on Marcel the second the door closes.
He throws his hands up and leans back against the generic table in the room. "Trey, you're preaching to the choir here. I get it, unfortunately you've been at this a while. We need to get something solid soon or we're going to lose this case." he says.
I sigh hard and hook my thumbs into the belt loops of my jeans. It's not like he's saying anything that's a lie, it's just it's taking me longer than I would have expected to get more dirt on the cartel but more importantly more dirt on Dimitri. I assumed it would be easy since I worked for the man. It feels like this case is going to take everything I have, but I refuse to give up. "Look, I'll get something, you guys just have to give me some more time. More uninterrupted time." I raise one eyebrow and stare at Marcel pointedly.
"I'll do my best, but you got to give me something. What's he doing? Anything?" Marcel asks.
"Nothing too fucking sinister. Actually, he's just been gloating about the wedding and being married. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was just a happy husband in the honeymoon phase of his marriage. It'd bring a fucking tear to my eye if I didn't know that he also saw Tristan, so he knows that he didn't die in the fire, which means it's only a matter of time before he comes back to fuck with him. Dimitri isn't one of those people who just give shit up. I've also heard some rumors that Dimitri is going to go after Sabine as well. He's going to want to toy with her." It makes my stomach turn, thinking about what Dimitri may try to do to another Delancy family member.
"Shit, if there's a way for you to watch over them but still keep cover, make sure you do it. Anything you need, I'll get it for you. My main priority is just making sure you stay safe." Marcel says and I nod. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, the bastard is supposed to have a shipment of heroin and coke coming in. If it's as massive as he says it is, he's going to distribute on the streets of New Orleans and the city will be over run with fucking druggies. We need to catch that shit before it touches down. Once it's here, I'm not sure what I'm going to be able to do about it." I give Marcel all the logistics I know and watch as he scratches a hand over his beard, the only sign that lets me know he's thinking about what I'm telling him.
"All right. I haven't heard anything about that on this end, but you know how to get in contact with me if you see something more than I do." He pulls me into a handshake and with that, I walk back to my car just to drive all the way back to the new building Dimitri got us set up at after the first one caught on fire. I sit in my car for a few moments, just trying to get my self under control. I can't go in there emotional or on edge because that would only bring attention to me. I'm not trying to get on Dimitri's radar in a bad way for anything. So far, it seems like he trusts me, and that's exactly how I want to keep it.
After a few deep breathing exercises, I park my car and walk into the dreary, run down building. From the outside, you'd never think that there was a whole operation going on in here, but behind the closed doors, Dimitri has an entire crew of people that are ready to do whatever the man needs to be done. It just so happens I'm one of those men.
"Did you get that piece of shit car fixed yet?" one of the newer security guards calls out as I make my way further into the warehouse.
"Why the fuck you worried about my car? Why don't you worry about your own shit." I snap back and the smile that was on his face drops off.
I'm not the nicest man in the world when it comes to the rest of the crew in here but that just adds more value to my stock according to Dimitri. He says he knows I won't take no shit from anyone.
I ignore everyone else and walk straight to the back where Dimitri should be. "I'm back on premises." I tell him, barely sticking my head into the doorway. When I peek inside I see him looking down at his phone and a bright smile across his face.
When he realizes I'm there he looks up at me but doesn't stop smiling, "Trey! Just the man I wanted to see." He gets up out of the large leather chair and grabs the sports coat that's hanging on the back of it. As he slides it over his arms he pushes his phone into his back pocket.
"I hope that smile means you got good news?" I clasp my hands in front of myself and stand at attention.
"What... Oh, no, I got a nice video from my little wife. Apparently, she's missing me." He shrugs a shoulder, but that's as much of an explanation as he gives me. I'm grateful, I really don't need to know anymore.
