11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
“You sure this is it?” Federal agent Anna Jenkins looked at Camila as she pulled into the quiet marina on the gulf.
God, she really hoped so. Camila had woken the woman up in the middle of the night based on an “anonymous tip” from Berlin, who would forever remain nameless. She’d called Camila on a burner phone so there was no way for the Feds to trace it back to her if they attempted to. But she knew Jenkins and her team had been watching the Uptown Street Kings for eight months and were desperate to bring one or more of them in, get them to flip on people higher up the chain.
After parking, she unzipped her parka so her weapon would be handy if necessary. Supposedly Brody Williams was “gift wrapped” for them, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
Jenkins had her 9mm out and at her side as they hurried across the gravel parking lot, both scanning for any potential threats. The water was choppy, the majority of the sailboats swaying back and forth in their slips.
Camila nodded at the one Berlin had told her belonged to Brody. Morning Wood. Camila couldn’t even be surprised by the douchey name of the boat.
Weapon out, Jenkins stepped onto the boat first, her boots quiet on the fiberglass. Camila moved in behind her, scanning the dock and surrounding water for anything out of place. Anyone armed.
After flipping on her flashlight, Jenkins pulled open the folding wood door to the cabin, then swept downstairs, weapon and flashlight out.
Camila moved behind her.
And blinked at what she saw.
Brody Williams was lying on his back, his wrists behind him, his knees and ankles bound and a small recorder on his chest with a scribbled note that read: play me . Along with a stack of cash, jewelry and art, plus another scribbled note of the address the stuff had been taken from.
He just stared at them, rage in his eyes. “Man, someone kidnapped me. Some psychos! They dumped me in here with all this stuff and said they were going to frame me. I’m being set up! You’ve gotta untie me.”
Jenkins simply sheathed her weapon, then pressed play on the recorder.
Brody’s voice came over the speaker. “These assholes have too much shit and we’re going to help relieve them of it. It’s just sitting in there for months at a time while they’re up in New York in their main residence. There’s an entrance for staff around back and luckily we can get to it by using the neighbor’s yard. This is gonna be the easiest job you’ve ever pulled, promise.”
Cursing, Brody closed his eyes in resignation and Jenkins simply smiled as if it was Christmas morning.
Camila hid a smile even as she inwardly did cartwheels. She wouldn’t get the collar for this one, but she’d get credit and a handful of favors from the Feds. Everyone liked a team player and she’d just given Jenkins and her team a big win. This was going to help her career in a big way.
Even if she was a little worried about her right now, she owed Berlin big time.