of the neighbors saw anything either.”
“Whose house is it?”
“Some guy named Anthony Ray. In his forties. Was working at United Property and Casualty up until a few weeks ago.” Henry said.
“Can you have one of your guys pick him up?”
“We can keep an eye out. He could be anywhere.”
“He’s some clown who has no idea who he is fucking with!”
“Look. I’m doing what I can. I figured you’d want to know.”
“Shit. I have my meeting with Esteban tomorrow. I don’t need this shit.”
“Sorry boss.” Henry said, but Adams hung up.
Goddammit. Fucking Slade. He had one fucking job. Adams opened the door and grabbed his aide.
“Get my car. I have to get back to Austin. Something has come up.”
His aide nodded and went on his way. The car pulled up after a few minutes and Adams climbed inside. They were near Dallas, so it would take a few hours to get to Austin. He tried to call Slade and Hector, but both phones went straight to voicemail. He called one of his aides back at his office.
“Yes. Jerry. I’m on my way back there. Find out everything you can for me on an Anthony Ray. I want to know anyone he has in the area, family, friends, or anyone. Find out where he likes to hang out, where he spends his money and his favorite fucking food. Can you do that?”
“Yes sir. I’ll have it ready when you get here.”
Adams hung up and looked out the window. Everything was going perfect. He was not going to let some loose cannon or incompetent assholes ruin it. Nothing was going to keep him out of the Governor’s mansion. Nothing.
Once they arrived in Austin, he went to his office. Jerry was waiting and handed him a flash drive.
“Everything you asked for is on there, sir.”
“Good.” Adams said as he walked in to his office and closed the door. As he plugged in the flash drive and pulled up Anthony Ray’s information, he was disappointed to find he had no other family in the state. His last known relatives lived in Vermont. He could be running, but no way was this guy on the run. Not if he just took out Hector and Slade.
He’d get someone on it and get this guy taken care of before his meeting with Esteban. Last thing he needed was some pissed off driver running around fucking things up. Adams closed the laptop and stood. After tomorrow, it would be smooth sailing through November. He just had to keep it all together just a little longer.
Chapter 26
The past few weeks had been a blur for Tony. Which was odd seeing that before he started driving for Slade, his life felt like life was in slow motion. The ad agency he worked for had been his dream job. He had people working under him. He had creative control over projects. He could even set his own hours. On top of all that, the money was great. He was pulling in six figures a year after only two years working there.
Then there was the crash. In September 2008, the stock market took its biggest dive in decades. They were all told at work not to panic, that everything was fine. Despite his bosses’ constant reassurance, Tony knew something was wrong. He could see it by the strained looks on their faces. One of his managers was suddenly taking sick days, a lot of sick days. The most telling thing was the projects, or lack of them. He went from managing almost a dozen at a time, to just five or six, and then only two or three. Tony explained to his own people the agency was just spreading out the workload more, but he knew.
They hung on until late 2010. There had been no overt warnings other than the signs he had noticed. One day the bosses called everyone in for an employee meeting to announce they were closing the doors. They all had thirty days. Just like that, his life had turned upside down. Over the next few years, Tony and Kim
“Whose house is it?”
“Some guy named Anthony Ray. In his forties. Was working at United Property and Casualty up until a few weeks ago.” Henry said.
“Can you have one of your guys pick him up?”
“We can keep an eye out. He could be anywhere.”
“He’s some clown who has no idea who he is fucking with!”
“Look. I’m doing what I can. I figured you’d want to know.”
“Shit. I have my meeting with Esteban tomorrow. I don’t need this shit.”
“Sorry boss.” Henry said, but Adams hung up.
Goddammit. Fucking Slade. He had one fucking job. Adams opened the door and grabbed his aide.
“Get my car. I have to get back to Austin. Something has come up.”
His aide nodded and went on his way. The car pulled up after a few minutes and Adams climbed inside. They were near Dallas, so it would take a few hours to get to Austin. He tried to call Slade and Hector, but both phones went straight to voicemail. He called one of his aides back at his office.
“Yes. Jerry. I’m on my way back there. Find out everything you can for me on an Anthony Ray. I want to know anyone he has in the area, family, friends, or anyone. Find out where he likes to hang out, where he spends his money and his favorite fucking food. Can you do that?”
“Yes sir. I’ll have it ready when you get here.”
Adams hung up and looked out the window. Everything was going perfect. He was not going to let some loose cannon or incompetent assholes ruin it. Nothing was going to keep him out of the Governor’s mansion. Nothing.
Once they arrived in Austin, he went to his office. Jerry was waiting and handed him a flash drive.
“Everything you asked for is on there, sir.”
“Good.” Adams said as he walked in to his office and closed the door. As he plugged in the flash drive and pulled up Anthony Ray’s information, he was disappointed to find he had no other family in the state. His last known relatives lived in Vermont. He could be running, but no way was this guy on the run. Not if he just took out Hector and Slade.
He’d get someone on it and get this guy taken care of before his meeting with Esteban. Last thing he needed was some pissed off driver running around fucking things up. Adams closed the laptop and stood. After tomorrow, it would be smooth sailing through November. He just had to keep it all together just a little longer.
Chapter 26
The past few weeks had been a blur for Tony. Which was odd seeing that before he started driving for Slade, his life felt like life was in slow motion. The ad agency he worked for had been his dream job. He had people working under him. He had creative control over projects. He could even set his own hours. On top of all that, the money was great. He was pulling in six figures a year after only two years working there.
Then there was the crash. In September 2008, the stock market took its biggest dive in decades. They were all told at work not to panic, that everything was fine. Despite his bosses’ constant reassurance, Tony knew something was wrong. He could see it by the strained looks on their faces. One of his managers was suddenly taking sick days, a lot of sick days. The most telling thing was the projects, or lack of them. He went from managing almost a dozen at a time, to just five or six, and then only two or three. Tony explained to his own people the agency was just spreading out the workload more, but he knew.
They hung on until late 2010. There had been no overt warnings other than the signs he had noticed. One day the bosses called everyone in for an employee meeting to announce they were closing the doors. They all had thirty days. Just like that, his life had turned upside down. Over the next few years, Tony and Kim
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