Chapter 58 Time’s Up
TIME’S UP
Present day
“Jones, get up here,” Captain Marshals called down as soon as I walked into the station.
It felt like ages since I had been here, but it was only a few days.
The boys were with their mother, and the woman, Reyna was out of surgery.
It’d be a rough recovery, but she’d make it through in one piece.
Summer ran as soon as the phone rang. I didn’t give chase, even though that’s what every fiber of my being was screaming at me to do.
Find out who’s been killing our men and end them. I didn’t realize just how complicated things had become. How attached I’d gotten to the situation.
“Yes Cap,” I hollered, dropping the file and my keys on my desk as I climbed the stairs to her office. I knocked on the door, shoving it open. I hadn’t realized the men in the room, and I swallowed thickly. Fuckers followed me.
“Agent Miles and Anders, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I shook their hands, a polite gesture on the outside.
On the inside, I was livid. C.O.R.E. shouldn’t have been here.
Our base of operations was Los Angeles, where we controlled the city, and yet these two meatheads were here.
Someone must have been out of their goddamn mind if they were sending these asshats to retrieve me.
“We thought it time to visit our favorite detective, since it’s been awhile since our last check in,” Miles commented.
It was a veiled threat, of course. I was on borrowed time and had yet to make good on my word.
C.O.R.E. was getting impatient, and I could only avoid his calls for so long.
The men in front of me had tight smiles as they turned towards Captain Marshals, giving her the floor to speak.
“Anders was just informing me, there’s a meet up scheduled between the Syndicates and the Obsidians,” she spoke, and I nodded.
“We think there’s a shift in the power balance between the two factions and our sources say that the Obsidian Don will be there personally,” Miles provided, and I stared blankly at him.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust his sources; I didn’t trust anything the man had to say and was annoyed that we kept him around as long as we did.
“When is this meet up supposed to happen?” I asked.
“Tonight.”
Fuck.
I banged the vending machine as I stared at the stuck a bag of chips. “shit,” I muttered, slamming my palm against the side again. I was staring at the bag, contemplating the giant clusterfuck that was soon to unfold.
“You know you could just come back,” Anders suggested as he banged once on the machine, dislodging the snack. He grabbed it out of the machine, holding it up to me. “The door’s always open.”
“And what? Brian would fillet me as soon as I stepped foot in the city, you know that,” I grumbled, snatching the chips from his grasp.
“He cares for you, you’re the son he never had. He just wants what’s best for you and really is it any worse than being a lackey for this crew?” Anders looked around the station, and I sighed.
“You really think there’s a meet up tonight,” I changed the subject, not wanting to deal with the shitshow back in Los Angeles right now.
“Yeah the information’s good, it goes down tonight.”