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“I can do it,” Harper muttered, not convincingly. “I know I can do it.”
Ben gave a nod. “Okay, now that everyone is on the same page, we need to work together here. We’re closing in on the whereabouts of a Leroy Hastings, a slimy middleman who specializes in forged documents. The moment we have a location, Caleb, Thom, and Colt will be notified. We need all teams moving on this. We need to squeeze that sonofabitch out.”
A cell beeped. We all glanced toward the sound.
Until it echoed around the room.
First St. James.
Then Lazarus.
Then Caleb…
Hunter’s cell vibrated.
He glanced at the caller ID and answered it instantly. “Yeah?”
“The FBI?” London barked. “What the fuck are they doing in my home?”
His face went pale.
“A raid,” Laz growled. “That goddamn motherfucker.”
“Get everyone out,” Caleb demanded and started walking, heading for the doorway. “I’m on my way.”
“They’re tearing apart the house,” Hunter murmured, meeting my stare, relaying the same information no doubt everyone in the room was facing.
It looked like Hale was stepping up.
Using the law to exact revenge in retaliation after what happened last night.
“Find that Hastings, Benjamin.” I clenched my fist. “Find him and tear the bastard apart.”
NINETEEN
Helene
“What the fuck?” Riven murmured as we turned off the highway into the driveway of the mountain house. “Yeah,” he said into his cell. “They’re here and it’s a goddamn mess. Do something, Reggie, and do it now.”
He lowered his cell from calling his lawyer and stared at the four dark sedans parked outside the command center. Two of Hunter’s men were standing there waiting. One I recognized instantly. Mark was his new second-in-command. A former MP in the Marines. Apparently, he was as formidable in the law as he looked, and that alone was slightly terrifying.
The moment we stepped out of the car, Mark headed over, nodding to Riven before he turned to Hunter. “I tried to stop them, but they had a warrant.”
“It’s okay.” Hunter stared at two feds as they carried computer equipment out of his command center and lowered his voice. “Did you get everything squared away?”
“Yes, just in time. Another twenty minutes and we might’ve had a problem.”
It looked like the call from the Rossi’s lawyer was perfect timing. I hoped at least. I closed the car door behind me, then stared, stunned, as three more agents strode from the house carrying our personal things, including an armful of my t-shirts and underwear…
“Those are my clothes.” I snapped and started forward. “Hey! Those are my clothes!”
One agent lifted his head, his gaze narrowing on me. He glanced at the two others and nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll take care of this.”
They took my things and stowed them in the trunk of one of the cars.
“Hunter Cruz?” The lanky asshole asked as he pulled a folded piece of paper from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it over. “A warrant.”
Riven snatched it, ignoring that it was for Hunter, opened it, and scanned the details. But it was the rest of us the agent looked at, Thomas in particular. I glanced at his FBI badge clipped on his pocket.
