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He looked scared shitless, and I tried not to laugh.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
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“Okay, I’m super fucking impressed and extremely turned on,” I told Abby.
“Well, thank you,” she said sweetly, the total opposite of how she’d spent the last thirty minutes acting.
I had seen the whole thing from the cameras we placed in Abby’s room prior to her going down to the bar. I thought we had all underestimated her in the beginning, even though she had an impressive history in the first place. None of us would be making that mistake again. She was a fucking siren, and she was great at using her body to get exactly what she wanted. She acted with no shame, only the confidence of someone who knew she’d get what she wanted. We decided as a whole that we would let her guide this operation after that. Christine and Jasmine both agreed what Abby did was completely outside of their comfort zone, making Abby irreplaceable on this mission.
What she did with those ropes to tie the guy to the bed, that was fucking hot. Those knots were complex, and then when she sat on his lap to distract him…God, that gave me a boner the size of Texas. I was extremely jealous of the fucker she was interrogating. I wanted her to tie me to the bed and grind her center into me. I wouldn’t mind her rubbing the cold metal of the gun across my skin. I trusted her not to make any mistakes.
The asshole I had been jealous of was now sitting on a boat on his way to US waters to be picked up by Boss’ agents for attempted kidnapping. While he wasn’t on the list of individuals that the FBI was looking for, he was an American citizen who attempted to commit a crime against another American citizen, which made him free game for charges and prosecution. Naturally we deleted the video and only saved a few key pieces of audio for the FBI’s investigation. Garcia and Mendez would be back with the boat they had rented shortly. The US Marshals had been waiting in international waters for them, so they didn’t have to go too far. We needed the boat back and ready for tonight.
“I still think you should let me be bait and see where they take me,” Abby said.
“Not that I don’t think you can handle it, but bad things can happen when you are bait,” Christine said. Yeah, she’d know; she almost died in a car crash because of it. In fact, there were actually two accidents, and both had been life threatening.
“Not to mention, you’d be restrained—they could throw you over the boat if they suspect anything is amiss. You’d drown before we get to you,” Yates said.
“We can’t let you do that.” I made sure she saw just how incapable I was of letting her go. “We will follow them when they realize that their shipment isn’t coming,” I said.
“What if they realize they are being followed?” she asked.
“They won’t. We will keep a far distance and keep the lights off. Guy will have the drone up in the air and follow them that way with the night-vision camera,” Wells said.
“We don’t want to act tonight either. Let’s let the Marshals get that guy booked, they can start interrogating him, and we can make sure that we have everything in order to get a bunch of criminals, and victims transported back safely,” Jones added.
“I guess you have a point, but I’m just wondering…” Abby said, trailing off.
“Wondering what?”
“We don’t know what happens to the victims right after they are kidnapped. Does this guy do something different than your last perp? He had them all stored in a warehouse. What if this guy is different? What if he doesn’t risk holding them and ships them straight away? Or what if I’m wrong and they have a large amount of women on standby? What if they get nervous after the no-show tonight and send those women on their way to their buyers? Are we going to let a bunch of victims go while we wait for the perfect opportunity?” she asked.
“Fuck,” Guy said. “It’s the Vegas situation all over again, except this time with more uncertainty and we know less about how they operate.”
“Damn it. Maybe we need another boat on standby, ready to act, just in case,” I said. Abby had a really valid point. We weren’t going to let girls become sex slaves because we underestimated the Reapers. What we needed was to get the FBI down here ASAP. We needed Boss to interrogate the manager and then get a bunch of agents to the island.
“On it. I’ll get us another boat,” Guy said as he pulled up another boat rental website.
“We need more than just another boat. We need the FBI. Can’t we just request more agents? Surely what we’ve got so far should be enough to give Boss what he needs to swoop in. Fuck the reward money for Ricketts. If we can identify where the Reapers’ base of operations are and insure they are inside, we need to let the bureau take over from there,” I said.
“There’s a problem with that,” Abby said with a slight hesitation. A pinch of nervousness crossed her face, and she swallowed hard.
“And what’s that?” I asked. She looked guilty, and I could only guess the secret she kept.
“Bob won’t be able to send anyone, not without fucking some things up for me…” she said with a sigh. She sounded slightly defeated.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I growled.
“There is a local FBI field office here, so Bob won’t be able to just send in the calvary. We suspect that the field office is in on this, or at the very least turning their nose the other way…”
“And if Boss calls for reinforcements, it blows your side quest out of the water,” Yates finished for her.
She nodded.
“Were you ever going to tell us about that one?” I asked.
