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“This is an even better one.”

“Not to me.”

“You’d be safer working with us. I’ll take care of you.”

“Like you took care of Ali? No thanks.”

“I told you, she was out on her own the night she died. I had no knowledge of it, and I certainly didn’t put her in that situation.”

I shook my head. “You’re already on the inside. If you don’t have enough to convict them already, what the hell do you think I can find?”

“I’m a mid-level player. You have access to the president of the club.”

“I’ve slept with him a couple of times. That’s it. It’s just a fling.”

The ‘just a fling’ part was a lie. I knew it – and apparently Eddie did, too.

But he knew it for other reasons.

“From what I’ve seen of Jack Pollari over the last three years, I’d say it runs a little deeper than just a fling. He seems to be pretty taken with you. Maybe even in love.”

I’m not going to deny that my heart fluttered when he said that.

Taken with you.

Maybe even in love.

But his next words made it sound ugly. Tawdry.

“We need somebody on the deep inside. The new girlfriend of the president of the Midnight Riders is the perfect source.”

The perfect source.

“So you want me to betray a man who you think is in love with me.”

“A criminal who’s in love with you.”

“Jack’s not a criminal,” I said without even thinking.

“Well, at least we know you’re objective,” Eddie muttered sarcastically.

I really wanted to slap this guy upside the head.

But while I entertained the fantasy of doing just that, something he’d said rang a bell.

“You said ‘three years.’ You’ve been undercover three years?”

“Just under three, yes.”

“Three years, and you haven’t found anything.”

“We’ve found plenty.”

“But not enough, or you would have busted them already.”

For the first time, I saw Agent Deacon squirm. “I can’t comment on an ongoing investigation.”

“You haven’t found shit,” I realized.

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