surprising the shit out of him. “You hurt her and I
will make sure you suffer immeasurable amounts of agony for the rest of your
life. Okay?”
“Okay,” he breathed. Holy mother of God, she could
be downright scary.
Patting his chest, she turned for the door. “Oh,
and Shawn needs to see you to finalize some things.”
“Right.” Swallowing hard, Vincent
followed on her heels. He had to wonder though, did Shawn know about Tamara’s
sadistic little streak? He’d have to ask. Later, much later,
after many drinks.
Vincent shook his head. Apparently you never really
knew about some people.
In Shawn’s office, he found Shawn, Ro, and Trent.
With them was Adam, the guy they had in Moreau’s operation acting as a bounty
hunter, and who would be the one to “catch” Ro. As well, there were two other
C&M bodyguards, both ex-military, Michael and Sheila. Michael looked the
personification of hardened warrior, big, strong, and without an expression on
his face. Sheila, though, was the opposite. She looked more like a college
student, always a bit rushed in appearance. Then again, appearances could be so
very deceiving. Sheila used the assumptions people made based on her appearance
to her purposes, and did it well.
Shawn smiled at Tamara as she stepped close to him,
pressing a kiss to her lips. His friend, and boss, said something to her that made
her laugh and nod. A quick kiss of her own to his lips, and Tamara turned to
leave the room. Not before throwing Vincent a warning look .
Fucking women were scary.
Once the door shut behind Tamara, Shawn got down to
business. “All right, so with the approval of Rhonda’s captain we will be in
control of this op. We have been authorized to hold anyone involved. Once they
are detained, we call in the SFPD. Because of things going on in the department
right now, it’s best we do it this way to avoid any potential issues.”
In other words, the captain still didn’t know the
leak. Not good. Not good at all.
With a sigh, Vincent stood next to Ro’s chair, his
hip bumping her shoulder lightly as he settled in. She glanced up with a smile
before resting her head against his side.
“Rhonda is our bait,” Shawn said. “Plain and simple. She is also our one and only concern
during this op. She will be armed, but because of how we need to set up
appearances, she’ll be less than quick on the draw if it comes to that. Michael,
I want you behind the scope. Vincent and Trent will be on the ground, close,
but back far enough that there’s a time gap to worry about. Sheila, you and
Trent will be playing parts in the open with Adam front and centre. Sorry,
sweetie, but we need you to get your hooker on.”
Sheila let out a sigh. “Damn it, those stockings
fucking itch, Shawn.”
“I know, but no one else can fit into that skirt
and still make it look good,” he said.
Everyone chuckled at that, and the middle finger
Sheila threw up in the air.
“Adam is primary, since he will be the closest to
Rhonda. We’ll all be wired for sound, but nobody moves without the signal from
either Adam or Rhonda. Nobody.”
Shawn was staring hard at him so Vincent gave a nod
of understanding. He was in on the op because neither he nor Ro would have it
any other way. But he was on a leash, and Shawn had just reminded him that they
needed to get anything, and everything they could in order to nail Moreau to
the proverbial stake.
“Okay folks, let’s get
this insanity on the road. Adam, how long before you’re next check in?”
Adam pulled his sleeve back to reveal his watch,
and said, “Fifteen minutes. He knows I’m on her trail, but he doesn’t know
where, or how close I am.”
“Good,” Shawn said. “Call him in sixteen minutes.
Not one second sooner, it’ll be good to start throwing him off balance now,
even in this little way.”
Adam nodded and headed for the door. The others
started out, talking low about this and that, anything but what was about to go
down. Vincent
will make sure you suffer immeasurable amounts of agony for the rest of your
life. Okay?”
“Okay,” he breathed. Holy mother of God, she could
be downright scary.
Patting his chest, she turned for the door. “Oh,
and Shawn needs to see you to finalize some things.”
“Right.” Swallowing hard, Vincent
followed on her heels. He had to wonder though, did Shawn know about Tamara’s
sadistic little streak? He’d have to ask. Later, much later,
after many drinks.
Vincent shook his head. Apparently you never really
knew about some people.
In Shawn’s office, he found Shawn, Ro, and Trent.
With them was Adam, the guy they had in Moreau’s operation acting as a bounty
hunter, and who would be the one to “catch” Ro. As well, there were two other
C&M bodyguards, both ex-military, Michael and Sheila. Michael looked the
personification of hardened warrior, big, strong, and without an expression on
his face. Sheila, though, was the opposite. She looked more like a college
student, always a bit rushed in appearance. Then again, appearances could be so
very deceiving. Sheila used the assumptions people made based on her appearance
to her purposes, and did it well.
Shawn smiled at Tamara as she stepped close to him,
pressing a kiss to her lips. His friend, and boss, said something to her that made
her laugh and nod. A quick kiss of her own to his lips, and Tamara turned to
leave the room. Not before throwing Vincent a warning look .
Fucking women were scary.
Once the door shut behind Tamara, Shawn got down to
business. “All right, so with the approval of Rhonda’s captain we will be in
control of this op. We have been authorized to hold anyone involved. Once they
are detained, we call in the SFPD. Because of things going on in the department
right now, it’s best we do it this way to avoid any potential issues.”
In other words, the captain still didn’t know the
leak. Not good. Not good at all.
With a sigh, Vincent stood next to Ro’s chair, his
hip bumping her shoulder lightly as he settled in. She glanced up with a smile
before resting her head against his side.
“Rhonda is our bait,” Shawn said. “Plain and simple. She is also our one and only concern
during this op. She will be armed, but because of how we need to set up
appearances, she’ll be less than quick on the draw if it comes to that. Michael,
I want you behind the scope. Vincent and Trent will be on the ground, close,
but back far enough that there’s a time gap to worry about. Sheila, you and
Trent will be playing parts in the open with Adam front and centre. Sorry,
sweetie, but we need you to get your hooker on.”
Sheila let out a sigh. “Damn it, those stockings
fucking itch, Shawn.”
“I know, but no one else can fit into that skirt
and still make it look good,” he said.
Everyone chuckled at that, and the middle finger
Sheila threw up in the air.
“Adam is primary, since he will be the closest to
Rhonda. We’ll all be wired for sound, but nobody moves without the signal from
either Adam or Rhonda. Nobody.”
Shawn was staring hard at him so Vincent gave a nod
of understanding. He was in on the op because neither he nor Ro would have it
any other way. But he was on a leash, and Shawn had just reminded him that they
needed to get anything, and everything they could in order to nail Moreau to
the proverbial stake.
“Okay folks, let’s get
this insanity on the road. Adam, how long before you’re next check in?”
Adam pulled his sleeve back to reveal his watch,
and said, “Fifteen minutes. He knows I’m on her trail, but he doesn’t know
where, or how close I am.”
“Good,” Shawn said. “Call him in sixteen minutes.
Not one second sooner, it’ll be good to start throwing him off balance now,
even in this little way.”
Adam nodded and headed for the door. The others
started out, talking low about this and that, anything but what was about to go
down. Vincent
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