completely anonymous.”
“Good,
who was it Captain?”
“Sam,
sit down,” he points at my vacant chair with a spark in his eyes that dares me
to defy his authority. “There is much to discuss.”
“Fine,”
I growl, “but you’re telling me the goddamn name.” Stomping the whole two steps
over to my seat, I slam my body into it and glare back up at him.
Captain
Reebals calmly leans against the closed door. “His benefactor is Dr. A.”
Prior
to him saying it, I was so angry, my entire body was wound up tight like a
cobra ready to strike, and my jaw was clenching down painfully. Just hearing
the name of the world famous ghost drug lord causes spit to fly out of my mouth
when a roar of laughter burst from my chest. From the uncontrollable laughing,
I get a severe case of hiccups, and nearly pee my pants.
Finally
getting control over my breathing, I chuckle-snort one last time and ask, “Is
the county magistrate accepting checks from ghosts now?”
He
grins. “No, of course not, Douglas Welcher is representing Hatfield's backer.”
“Welcher?” My jaw drops to the floor and I mutter, “As in
Welcher and Zahn, from New York?” These world renowned attorneys are on my
family’s payroll also, and Doug is a close family friend.
“The
very same,” he nods, “Unfortunately, we can’t reach all the way to New York so
it’s unlikely that we’ll get any more information about the puppet master
behind the Wall Street suits.” After scrubbing my hands over my face, I drop
them between my thighs, lower my head and stare at the floor. Nothing about
this whole scenario adds up.
“Why
help Mad Hatter, Captain? It’s not like he’s well liked. Most of the pushers on
the streets cut off his line of credit before his arrest which caused him to
start dabbling in child labor, and none of the big wigs in the southeast
will give him the time of day.” I lift my gaze to meet his wordlessly pleading
for answers.
“We
don’t know the answers yet.” His voice lowers when he adds, “Hatfield was only
in for a short time, which means he will be searching for a no-cost hook up
soon. Part of his bond agreement forbids him from leaving this county. He
didn’t make you, Sam, but he asked a lot of question inside your last group.
Fortunately, the guy he chose to drill was an undercover who steered him off of
your trail, but if you come up against him again –.”
“I
got it,” I cut him off, rising out of my chair. “ Angel doesn’t look
anything like my last assignment so I should be in the clear.”
“Angel?”
he asks, eyes narrowed in on me completely clueless.
“Yeah,
Angel,” I smile mischievously watching the confusion zip around in his green
eyes.
“But
that’s not the name I chose,” he admits. Watching the wicked smirk blossom across
my face, he realizes that he just confessed to a near crazed woman, who he is
currently locked in a room with, that he’s the responsible party for giving her
a cover name synonymous for the male genitalia. He breathes heavy and warns,
“Sam.”
“Oh,
don’t think I will forget that shit either,” I threaten, poking him in the
chest. He swallows down his nervousness hard when I take a step back feeling
proud that his shorts are tied up in a bunch now.
“Shit,”
he mumbles glancing down at his watch and changing the subject quickly. “Your
time is up, but before you go. Here,” he holds out a set of keys and paperwork
that looks like a car title and bill of sale.
“What’s
this?” I ask, unfolding the crinkled up sheets.
“A
peace offering?” he asks instead of telling me. Giving me one last worrisome
glance, before turning to open the door, Captain Reebals offers a two finger
salute goodbye and explains, “It’s in the basement garage. Just hit the alarm
button and you’ll find your new ride.”
Since
I had to leave my car at home when I took this case and Russ is indisposed,
I’ve been depending on Natalie and Wise for transportation. This
“Good,
who was it Captain?”
“Sam,
sit down,” he points at my vacant chair with a spark in his eyes that dares me
to defy his authority. “There is much to discuss.”
“Fine,”
I growl, “but you’re telling me the goddamn name.” Stomping the whole two steps
over to my seat, I slam my body into it and glare back up at him.
Captain
Reebals calmly leans against the closed door. “His benefactor is Dr. A.”
Prior
to him saying it, I was so angry, my entire body was wound up tight like a
cobra ready to strike, and my jaw was clenching down painfully. Just hearing
the name of the world famous ghost drug lord causes spit to fly out of my mouth
when a roar of laughter burst from my chest. From the uncontrollable laughing,
I get a severe case of hiccups, and nearly pee my pants.
Finally
getting control over my breathing, I chuckle-snort one last time and ask, “Is
the county magistrate accepting checks from ghosts now?”
He
grins. “No, of course not, Douglas Welcher is representing Hatfield's backer.”
“Welcher?” My jaw drops to the floor and I mutter, “As in
Welcher and Zahn, from New York?” These world renowned attorneys are on my
family’s payroll also, and Doug is a close family friend.
“The
very same,” he nods, “Unfortunately, we can’t reach all the way to New York so
it’s unlikely that we’ll get any more information about the puppet master
behind the Wall Street suits.” After scrubbing my hands over my face, I drop
them between my thighs, lower my head and stare at the floor. Nothing about
this whole scenario adds up.
“Why
help Mad Hatter, Captain? It’s not like he’s well liked. Most of the pushers on
the streets cut off his line of credit before his arrest which caused him to
start dabbling in child labor, and none of the big wigs in the southeast
will give him the time of day.” I lift my gaze to meet his wordlessly pleading
for answers.
“We
don’t know the answers yet.” His voice lowers when he adds, “Hatfield was only
in for a short time, which means he will be searching for a no-cost hook up
soon. Part of his bond agreement forbids him from leaving this county. He
didn’t make you, Sam, but he asked a lot of question inside your last group.
Fortunately, the guy he chose to drill was an undercover who steered him off of
your trail, but if you come up against him again –.”
“I
got it,” I cut him off, rising out of my chair. “ Angel doesn’t look
anything like my last assignment so I should be in the clear.”
“Angel?”
he asks, eyes narrowed in on me completely clueless.
“Yeah,
Angel,” I smile mischievously watching the confusion zip around in his green
eyes.
“But
that’s not the name I chose,” he admits. Watching the wicked smirk blossom across
my face, he realizes that he just confessed to a near crazed woman, who he is
currently locked in a room with, that he’s the responsible party for giving her
a cover name synonymous for the male genitalia. He breathes heavy and warns,
“Sam.”
“Oh,
don’t think I will forget that shit either,” I threaten, poking him in the
chest. He swallows down his nervousness hard when I take a step back feeling
proud that his shorts are tied up in a bunch now.
“Shit,”
he mumbles glancing down at his watch and changing the subject quickly. “Your
time is up, but before you go. Here,” he holds out a set of keys and paperwork
that looks like a car title and bill of sale.
“What’s
this?” I ask, unfolding the crinkled up sheets.
“A
peace offering?” he asks instead of telling me. Giving me one last worrisome
glance, before turning to open the door, Captain Reebals offers a two finger
salute goodbye and explains, “It’s in the basement garage. Just hit the alarm
button and you’ll find your new ride.”
Since
I had to leave my car at home when I took this case and Russ is indisposed,
I’ve been depending on Natalie and Wise for transportation. This
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