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The guy doesn’t have to worry about extortion anymore; his love life goes up in smoke before his eyes. Wait until Celeste sees the physical evidence stacked against him. There will be fire and brimstone.
We need to cool the jets. Mrs. Diamond glances my way, and I shake my head ever so slightly. She leans into her daughter and whispers in her ear while Mario is still yapping.
“I’ll take your lead with how you want to play this out,” Tucker murmurs.
“Get closer to their table and get ready for anything.” I know he can handle himself.
“On it.”
Mario and the two females have forgotten the cute Southern couple; they only have eyes for the mother and daughter. But it won’t take long for Mario to start thinking about who could have had access to knowing this information. Fingers crossed, he starts with his staff because I don’t want anyone looking my way as a source of Celeste’s knowledge and blowing my cover.
Tucker’s getting ready to contain anyone at that table posing a threat. I appear pregnant, so I must behave accordingly.
This is not how the job should have gone down, but we work with what we have.
Celeste starts sobbing uncontrollably, the taser guns waving about as she bends over.
Mrs. Diamond removes the taser guns from her daughter’s trembling hands just as the two females at Mario’s table decide to cut and run for the front door.
“Do not take another step,putas,” Mrs. Diamond says in a deadly voice while taking aim at the bitches, and Mario wisely stays seated.
Nooo.What is she doing? She should let them leave, and Mack can detain them until the police arrive, bringing the risk of trouble down to just Mario.
“Stay calm, the both of you. Things are about to go down out of my control. The FBI is involved. Just let them take the lead,” Mack announces in my ear.
“Fuck off, lady. We ain’t done nothing wrong.” The black girl stands, nodding to her friend.
“Go ahead. Make my day.” Mrs. Diamond moves to stand in front of Celeste. She’s a mother bird protecting her daughter and unborn grandbaby, but they should have thought about that before charging on in here and messing with our investigation.
“I said,fuck off, lady.” Then she pulls a knife from the back of her jeans. “We are gonna walk out of here now, and nobody gets hurt.”
“Mack,” I whisper-hiss, “a knife—”
“Stay calm.” Mack cuts me off.
The Latina chick pulls a gun on the dark-skinned female, pointing it at her head. “FBI, lower your weapon slowly to the floor and kick it away.”
I blink.
Didn’t see that coming.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” dark-skinned girl deadpans but does as ordered.
The FBI agent kicks the knife in Tucker’s direction.
When I think things couldn’t get any more out of hand, Celeste’s water breaks, splashing the floor. She cries out in shock, clutching her rounded belly.
Shit on a pumpkin stick!
Seventy-One
WHOOPSIE!
Tucker
Ophelia hurries toward Celeste to help her as Mrs. Diamond swings her body around in her direction, concentrating on her daughter, her hands gripping both tasers.
“FBI! Everybody, hands in the air.” Two officers wearing Kevlar and guns raised have come from the back entrance.
