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Swede let out a low whistle. “Sounds more like something the Equis Cartel would do. That’s one of their preferred methods of execution.”
Shelby’s chest tightened, and her pulse pounded. “Evidence they are, in fact, here in Bayou Mambaloa?” she whispered.
“Sounds like it,” Swede said. “Lissette Gautier has been arrested several times with all charges dropped. She’s had some recent large deposits made to her bank account from an account I’m still trying to trace. I stall out in the Cayman Islands.”
“Do you think she might be working with the Colombian Cartel?” Remy asked.
“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Shelby said.
“We can’t say for sure, but large deposits like that are usually linked to illegal activities.”
“What about Thomas Sanders?” Remy asked.
“We didn’t find much on him. We traced his vehicle registration to an address in Atlanta. But that’s all we found. No record of employment or anything else. His bank account hasn’t had any deposits or withdrawals in months. If he’s using credit cards, they aren’t in his name. The Porsche he's driving was a cash purchase. I’m compiling a list of cartel members and their photos. I’ll send it over as soon as I get a couple more. That way, you can keep your eyes open in case one of them shows up in Bayou Mambaloa. That’s all I have for now.”
“Thanks, Swede,” Remy said and ended the call.
“Interesting about Ethan and Lissette,” Shelby said.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. Let’s get to your place and install these locks.”
A few minutes later, they were at Shelby’s house. They spent the next two hours installing the deadbolts and the new doorknobs. Shelby worked alongside Remy, removing old doorknobs, handing him tools and tightening screws.
When they finished, Remy handed her the key. “This is the real test. See if it works.”
Shelby inserted the key into the pretty new lock and twisted it. The lock opened. She tried the same key in the doorknob lock. It opened.
With a grin, she gave Remy a high-five. “Good job, team.”
He swung her up in his arms and carried her across the threshold. Once inside, he kissed her, set her on her feet and turned to lock the deadbolt and the doorknob.
He gave her a stern look. “No more leaving a key outside.”
Shelby gave him a saucy salute. “Yes, sir. And thank you.” She leaned up on her toes and kissed him. “I had fun and learned a thing or two.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Oh, yeah? What did you learn?” He pressed his lips to her forehead.
“How to install a deadbolt for one.” She slid her hands around the back of his neck. “And that I could get used to having you around.”
His lips twisted in a wry grin. “I’m good for fixing things, huh?”
She nodded. “Yup.”
“Is that all I’m good for?” He kissed the tip of her nose.
She tilted her head as if thinking about his question. “You’re good for other things.”
His mouth moved to her neck, where he kissed just below her ear. “Like?”
He was doing crazy things to her, making her blood burn through her veins. “Like that.”
Remy pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto a chair. He unclipped her bra and lowered his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.
“And that,” she breathed, clasping her hands behind his head. “Definitely that.”
He chuckled, his hands moving to release the button on her jeans and lower her zipper. Sliding his hand into her panties, he cupped her sex and slipped a finger into her warm wetness.
Her head dropped back, a moan rising in her throat. “And that.”
