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“FEDS!!” Someone yells, and gun fire blasts all around me.
Shit, there was another undercover down here, and I had no idea. I run for cover, intent on reaching that yacht. My instincts scream at me that it can’t move from this bay. I almost reach it when Adam snatches me around the waist, dragging me to the edge where a small, rescue boat sits.
“Funny,” he laughs, the sound is almost manic, “I thought you were the police, but turns out that piece of shit Grady is.”
“Let me go,” I struggle against him, “Who were those people? What did you do?”
“I was returning a favor,” He snaps at me and throws me over the edge into the boat. I land on my hands and knees.
“Fuck you, Adam” I yell. “Does Dimitri know?”
“He doesn’t need to know yet,” he argues, while getting the smaller engine to start. Bullets keep flying overhead and I can hear the tink of bullets as they hit against the metal containers. I can hear yells and screams, and I know there will be a body count for the CCK Police to investigate tomorrow. As much as I want to jump in now, I hold on to my cover and ride out this storm. There will be more information available soon that could potentially help my case. Right now my life hangs in the balance. I need to know more of Adam’s plan before I ruin his life.
ChapterEleven
Roman
The entire town is on edge. Criminal acts like what happened at the dock are not common around this area. Our town does not condone it. The news is reporting it was an organizationed crime linked to human trafficking, and the trafficking of goods and valuables. Large quantities of illegal narcotics were also found at the scene, and it was reported that an undercover agent for the federal government was part of this sting operation. Becca’s boss’s mug shot was airing all over the news.
Adam Lamott.
Wanted for extortion, larceny, murder, and the smuggling of people and drugs into the country. I kept waiting for Becca’s face to pop up, but it never did. I wondered if she knew, or if this was a surprise to her. How could it be though? She knew he was a dick, but she didn’t know his business was illegal.
I was pissed. I was mad at myself for pushing her away, for not helping her out of the situation in the first place. I gave up on her, and turned my back when I could have been the one to save her. No one had seen Becca since yesterday so it’s fair to say she left either with him, or she escaped on her own.
All of these thoughts run through my head as I drive over to the CCK Police Department to see the captain. I need to know what happened to her, and I need to tell him what I’ve seen.
Marla, the Captain’s secretary sees me coming and her eyes widen at the look of rage and fear mingling in my eyes.
“He in there?” I ask and reach for his door handle while she’s still trying to mumble that he isn’t taking visitors.
I’ve always been on good terms with the Captain. He and I go way back to our high school days. I know what he wants for his pizza toppings, and which beer he prefers. So I do not feel bad when I slam the door behind me and his brow jumps up, his eyes focused on me.
“I hope you have a hell of a reason for being here, when I already have a shitstorm to deal with, Mohagen.”
“Becca Reynolds,” I say her name and fold my body into one of the chairs across from his desk.
“The girl who crashed into your restaurant?”
I nod and my jaw clamps, “She was working at the docks. I saw her with that jackass Lamott a few times. He was always rough with her, but she said he was her boss and to let it go.”
His eyes narrow, “ Exactly how friendly were you with Ms. Reynolds?”
“Enough that she helped me fix the building, paid for it, I took her out to dinner and kissed her. I wanted to ask her to stay here with me, but I didn’t trust the asshole she was hanging out with,” I throw it all out there. The Captain is a smart man and I see his thoughts brewing in his head.
“Listen, Roman,” He leans closer, “I’m going to show you something, but then that's all I can do.” He clicks on his computer and flips the screen towards me.
I see the time and date stamp, the night of the accident at the restaurant. I watch as car lights come barreling down the road. The car behind the one in front taps the bumper, and the car goes sailing towards the window. I also see Becca trying to avoid it and slam on her brakes. “Was that him?”
“When I arrived I was handed a call from the FBI state side. They wanted to chat with Ms., Reynolds. I’m not sure if she’s in their service, or an informant, but this is bigger than what our little town can handle. And Ms. Reynolds appears to be at the front and center of everything.”
* * *
I leave the precinct feeling like I’m drowning. I’d never given her the benefit of the doubt since I’d met her. The guilt weighs me down. I’ve been so busy protecting the restaurant and myself. that I didn’t even consider she was protecting us as well. He tried to kill her that night. I watched the video as he purposefully ran her off the road, and drove off as her car was plunged through the glass window. Now there’s chaos on the docks and they’re both off the grid. My chest squeezes, and I forcefully pound the steering wheel of ff my car. I should have trusted her. I should have listened to what she was saying instead of filling in all the blanks of what she couldn’t say with my own narrative. I grab my cell and glance at my messages. She hasn’t answered any of them. Holding my breath I try the one thing I haven’t yet. I call her. The phone rings three times before it picks up.
“Hello,” Her voice sounds strained, tired.
“Hey,” I sigh with relief, “I wanted to check on you. I saw what happened at the docks. It's all over the news.”
