Hurricane Force (A Miss Fortune Mystery Book 7) by Jana DeLeon Page A

they can get us an address to work with, but they don’t think Jamison is doing the deals directly. They think that end of Jamison’s interests is being handled by someone else and so far, they haven’t been able to figure out who.”
    “But they know where Jamison’s home base is?” We’d been looking for that bit of information ourselves, but Jamison had proved to be a wily and somewhat eccentric target. He favored living in RVs and on shrimp boats and camping in the woods to staying put inside the same four walls. And if he subbed out business interests to different factions, then he automatically added another layer of insulation to himself, not to mention left someone else to take the fall if things went south.
    “They don’t think it’s his home base, but it’s an address that can be traced back to Jamison if Ahmad’s men decide to check. It may be all we can get with our time constraints.”
    “If Jamison is connected to the location, that will be enough for Ahmad’s men. How are you going to feed them the address?”
    “The two agents watching them are going to break cover and pretend to work for Jamison. They’re going to say they just found out about the counterfeit money and want nothing to do with it. They’re going to give up the address in exchange for safe passage out of New Orleans.”
    “That’s risky. I assume the information exchange will happen in a public place?”
    “The airport. We’ll have a charter waiting for them. They’ll go through security, then we’ll have people in place to get them to the FBO where the jet will be.”
    Everything sounded solid so far. The agents on site had a viable and reasonably safe escape route, and if the address could be tracked back to Jamison, then Ahmad should have enough to make a move. “And we’ll be in place waiting for the strike at the provided location. What if Jamison is there?”
    “Even better,” Harrison said. “Two birds and all. The FBI has been waiting for enough ammo to take down Jamison. With what we gave them, they might have enough to start making a case.”
    “When will the agents give the information?”
    “They’ll make contact tomorrow and schedule the airport meeting for the next day.”
    “What’s my role?”
    “For now, see if you can figure out the Sinful connection. That money got loose in that storm somehow.”
    “You think Jamison has someone here.”
    “I think Jamison has people all over southern Louisiana.”
    “So I flush out the connection.”
    “Yeah, but be careful. Jamison’s man could be someone you already know. And if Ahmad finds out there was money in Sinful, he’ll send men there.”
    Crap. “I think that ship has already sailed.” I told him about the file Carter had and his intent to run a check on the funds. “If Ahmad’s got intel in the labs, he’ll hear about it.”
    There was dead silence for several seconds and I pulled my phone away from my ear to make sure I hadn’t gotten disconnected. Finally, Harrison said, “Do I even want to know what you were doing looking through the deputy’s desk?”
    “Getting intel, of course.”
    “And you just strolled in, asked to read his case files, and he handed them over with a smile?”
    “No. I brought him hamburgers. Then my friends distracted him so I could read the files.”
    “The two old ladies?”
    “Yep.”
    “Be careful, Fortune. The fewer people know about this the better. I know you said they can be trusted, but at this point, it’s not about trust. It’s about ability.”
    “I know. There’s no way I can keep them out of things in Sinful. They were running this place from behind the curtain long before I showed up, but I have no intention of telling them about the plan. I don’t want them in danger. Is there anything else?”
    “That’s all I have for now, but keep your phone close and charged. And Fortune, your friends are probably already in danger.”
    “I know.”  
    I disconnected the call and laid the