15. Chapter 15
Connor
“Where have you been lately?” Captain Hoover asked, shutting his office door behind me.
I shrugged, dropping comfortably into the chair across from his desk.
Outside his office window, the precinct continued to buzz with ringing phones and other agents wandering.
“Around,” I said, when I really meant I’d been spending as much of my time as possible with a brunette Italian girl he would be pissed to know I was hooked on.
“I see.” He accepted the answer, but there was something in the wrinkle of his nose and the creases by his eyes that told me he was tempted to press for more information. He must’ve thought better of it, though, because he looked down at his desk and back at me. “The Morettis have drugs.”
I froze while my heart—and my confidence—slammed into my ribcage.
I’m missing weight.
You know where my supply is.
The Morettis have drugs.
I stopped breathing when the world around me came to a halt. Grace. “What did you just say?” I asked him, as if I could possibly have misheard him.
“Sources say the Morettis have drugs. I understand they’ve been buying Irish properties outside of the North End.
We’ve been keeping an eye on them, and my suspicions are that they’re using these properties to traffic drugs under the radar.
” Captain Hoover shrugged like he had all but signed warrants.
“It would make sense why they’re doing it in Irish neighborhoods. ”
“Are you sure about this, sir?” I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I knew about the properties—anyone within six degrees of Mickey Cassidy knew about the Morettis buying properties in his neighborhood.
Captain Hoover narrowed his eyes. “What do you know?”
“I don’t know much. I know the Cassidys are missing part of a recent shipment, but I don’t see how it links to the Morettis.
I’ve never heard or seen much of them around drugs.
Violence, sure, but drugs..." I rocked my head side to side. If there was one thing for sure, it was that you didn’t want to wrong the Morettis or rub them the wrong way—they were quick to anger and quicker to clean up the mess.
But they were staunchly vocal about their distaste toward the drugs in their city. Captain Hoover shook his head. “I see what you’re saying, but I have a source and a lead on this one that I have to follow.” A source? Who?
“What’s your plan?” My stomach felt like a boulder resting in my gut.
“I’m going to keep a closer eye, check into the Moretti family a little bit more, see what they have going on behind the scenes since the old man passed.” He started to flip through a file. He’d already started looking into them.
I clenched my hands, cracking my knuckles one at a time to expel any nerves Captain Hoover might be able to detect.
I hadn’t done anything wrong, and neither had Grace.
I didn’t have any need to be as anxious as I was.
“I don’t think you’re going to find anything there,” I said, earning a narrow-eyed scowl.
“And why do you say that?” He leaned forward, flattening his hands against the file. “What do you know, Murphy?”
I put up both hands in a half-effort to cool him down. “I don’t know anything, Captain. I just think this might be a dead end.”
“Well, it is too juicy of a lead not to follow it,” Captain Hoover said. “If it ends up not being them, you can tell me you told me so later. Until then, I need you to focus on finding a leak in the Cassidys to give us what we need to bring down both families. For good.”
I nodded, standing but leaving my comfort in the seat behind me. “I’m on it, sir.”