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“He and some other turd ran me and Slate off the road. He said he’s workin’ undercover, but he’s not on our sidedarlin’.” His words trigger some white-hot, pent-up anger. It shoots through my veins and bubbles over to the point where I see red.
Eyes narrowed, I squat on my heels. “Do you know who took my son?”
The beaten man pales, turns his head away, and swallows hard. “I keep telling them, I don’t know his name.”
“You lying sack of shit.” Standing, I shoot between his legs, and take aim at his cock. “Care to pee into a bag the rest of your life?”
Suds grabs my hand. “Now, hold on a New York minute.”
“Nope, I am going to castrate this motherfucking bastard.” To save my boy, I will do anything necessary, whether legal or illegal.
Seeing the intent on my face, my partner shakes his head and turns to the Fed. “Ever seen a furious mama bear protect her cub? Best of luck to you, dude.”
“Three, two…” Gun held between both hands, I don’t intend to miss.
As my finger slides toward the trigger, Griner’s eyes widen. “Wait. I’ll give you a name but I’m sure it’san alias.”
Once I’ve holstered my weapon, I open the Jason app, and hold my phoneunderthe traitorous agent’smouth. “Say it.”
“Ivan Kozlov, aka’The Goat’.”
The AI program finds multiple faces to match the nickname, and after it sends the images to my cell, I scroll through them in front of the douchebag.
“Saystopas soon as you ID him.”
“That’s him, yeah that one.” He sounds truthful but I’m so exhausted, I look to Suds for confirmation.
At my husband’s nod, I jab my finger at the agent’s sternum. “Should I discoveryou’re lying, I’ll hand you over to my uncle and let him deal with you, once and for all, asshole.”
“You don’t needto worry. It’s him.”God, he is so pathetic. No way he works undercover for the FBI.
“What now?” My worried gaze turns to my partner, pacing and pursing his lips.
“We find our son.” His firm, military tone should comfort me, but it doesn’t.
If it was only so easy...
While I try to think of next steps, Suds dark eyes narrow and his lids lower. “You should jump back on with Jason. Tell it to search everywhere within two hundred miles. To escape out of the city, the kidnapper must’ve gone through a tunnel, over a bridge, or under an EZ pass. He couldn’t’ve gone far.”
As he barks out commands, I imagine explaining Griner to my dad, and point at the man’s bruised face. “Can you back up a bit? How did he end up here, tied up like this?”
Suds toes the man’s ruined shoes. “I already told you. He shot at us and tried to run us off the road.”
“Us? You mean Slate? Where is he?” My head swivels, but if the taciturn man is in the warehouse, he’s keeping a low profile.
“Downtown, no doubt being questioned regarding this asshole’s whereabouts.” His sentences might be coherent, but I’m so confused my head throbs.
Like I do when working on our AI app, I try to narrow the scope of my questions. “Did Griner kidnap our son?”
Suds holds my hands. “Sorry, I plumb forgot to tell you. The FBI is investigatin’ some military drones stolen from a shipment to the Ukraine.”
What the actual fuck? How did I lose the plot?“Honey, I may regret this, but I hereby grant you a one-time-only-use-pass to ramble but make it fast.”
His steely gaze meets mine. “As long as you promise not to shoot anyone else’s cock off, I will explain fully.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Now spill.” If I’m to help find Mikey, I need more intel.
Sebastian scratches the short growth on his chin, thinks for a minute, and his eyes brighten. “So, we bought a Christmas tree. Poor Howie’s finger fell out of the branches. No doubt, it got chopped off for stealing something of value. After all, the man’s a thief. Here’s where things became interesting. The FBI is investigating missing US military-issued drones. I believe someone stored them in your Uncle Vinny’s warehouse. The crooks must’ve been inside and when they seen us snooping around, panicked. They wouldn’t’ve bothered us none except for me finding the damn slug. I think they knew the bullet would lead us to Vapes’ gun, and it wouldn’t be long before the Feds found the evidence they needed to connect the Russians to the stolen goods.”
