onto the family when he started sleeping with an underage Russian sex slave.
If Jane’s way to work through it was by catching up on missed sex, Jack didn't mind at all.
When he came home from his run on Sunday afternoon, Jane pinched his butt as he drank water. "Guess who just called."
Jack shook his head in between glugs.
"The man from the car–the guy who tells us when the fights are going down. So you better pretty up, buttercup, because tonight we hit the town."
Jack slammed his glass down onto the counter. "The fights? This shit is real?"
"Realer than a cardiac arrest. Tonight we're going to go out and see some motherfuckers getting down and dirty."
"Careful, Agent Gannon. Remember that we're here to break this whole thing up, not to become fans."
" Of course we won't become fans." Gannon's eyes glimmered as she shook her head. She tried to slap Jack's butt again, but he blocked her hand.
She said, "Who'd be interested in something crazy like full-contact, no holds barred Chinese Mafia-sanctioned fighting? You'd have to be crazy to like that."
Jack smiled. He finished his water and turned toward the bathroom for his shower. "Yeah. Crazy. Just like all the fans out in Vegas losing their brains over the UFC."
"Wait a second, Jack. I've got to tell you something."
He stopped and waited for her.
"This is all just us, Jack. That's the thing about it. No one in my department knows shit about what I'm trying to do."
"You're–"
"No, Jack. Let me explain."
She came closer, and Jack lowered his left hand to his waist, so he'd be ready if she tried to go for his ass again.
She smiled, took his left wrist, and came closer. "I'm not going for your ass, pretty boy." And then she did grab his ass, but not in play, not in fun. She started caressing his thigh and went higher.
"I'm in a hole here, Jack. Half the department thinks I knew what Tom was doing the whole time, that I just got pissed off about him fucking other women and turned him in. The other half thinks that he got caught, and I just managed to stay out of the carnage. Either way, no one thinks I'm on the level, even after all that went down with Akakievich. They think– "
She kissed the side of his neck and then his cheek, then his lips.
"I'm on my own here, is the truth of it. People have talked about these death matches on and off for a couple months now, but no one knows if they exist. You and I–I mean, you know–if I can get some shit on them, really find something out, I might be able to earn back some of the trust people lost."
"Or they'll think you're in on this stuff too."
She snorted: something like a half-laugh. "The Chinese, Jack? No. They'd have to know dealing with Triads was out of the realm. No matter what they think I did with Tom, nobody could fuck with the Russians and the Triads at the same time."
Jack pulled away toward the shower. She was turning him on and trying to push him into something at the same time.
She slapped his ass. "Clean up, buttercup. We got to go catch us some fights."
Fog had rolled into Chinatown by the time they made it into that part of the city. The streets were empty save for the patrons of a few restaurants where everything on the menus was written in Chinese.
Gannon led them down a side street that became narrower as they went. At the first turn, they hit a dead end. Back-sides of restaurants and apartment buildings walled them in.
"I don't know. I–"
"What about this?" Jack pointed to a thin separation between two of the walls, as though one of the buildings ended a foot from where the next began. Seeing space between two houses in this city wasn't uncommon; seeing space between two buildings in Chinatown was .
They could see light on the other side. Jack led the way, his chest almost rubbing the wall in front of him with his back against the wall behind. He had to turn his feet sideways to shuffle along. When he came out the other side of the pass-way,
If Jane’s way to work through it was by catching up on missed sex, Jack didn't mind at all.
When he came home from his run on Sunday afternoon, Jane pinched his butt as he drank water. "Guess who just called."
Jack shook his head in between glugs.
"The man from the car–the guy who tells us when the fights are going down. So you better pretty up, buttercup, because tonight we hit the town."
Jack slammed his glass down onto the counter. "The fights? This shit is real?"
"Realer than a cardiac arrest. Tonight we're going to go out and see some motherfuckers getting down and dirty."
"Careful, Agent Gannon. Remember that we're here to break this whole thing up, not to become fans."
" Of course we won't become fans." Gannon's eyes glimmered as she shook her head. She tried to slap Jack's butt again, but he blocked her hand.
She said, "Who'd be interested in something crazy like full-contact, no holds barred Chinese Mafia-sanctioned fighting? You'd have to be crazy to like that."
Jack smiled. He finished his water and turned toward the bathroom for his shower. "Yeah. Crazy. Just like all the fans out in Vegas losing their brains over the UFC."
"Wait a second, Jack. I've got to tell you something."
He stopped and waited for her.
"This is all just us, Jack. That's the thing about it. No one in my department knows shit about what I'm trying to do."
"You're–"
"No, Jack. Let me explain."
She came closer, and Jack lowered his left hand to his waist, so he'd be ready if she tried to go for his ass again.
She smiled, took his left wrist, and came closer. "I'm not going for your ass, pretty boy." And then she did grab his ass, but not in play, not in fun. She started caressing his thigh and went higher.
"I'm in a hole here, Jack. Half the department thinks I knew what Tom was doing the whole time, that I just got pissed off about him fucking other women and turned him in. The other half thinks that he got caught, and I just managed to stay out of the carnage. Either way, no one thinks I'm on the level, even after all that went down with Akakievich. They think– "
She kissed the side of his neck and then his cheek, then his lips.
"I'm on my own here, is the truth of it. People have talked about these death matches on and off for a couple months now, but no one knows if they exist. You and I–I mean, you know–if I can get some shit on them, really find something out, I might be able to earn back some of the trust people lost."
"Or they'll think you're in on this stuff too."
She snorted: something like a half-laugh. "The Chinese, Jack? No. They'd have to know dealing with Triads was out of the realm. No matter what they think I did with Tom, nobody could fuck with the Russians and the Triads at the same time."
Jack pulled away toward the shower. She was turning him on and trying to push him into something at the same time.
She slapped his ass. "Clean up, buttercup. We got to go catch us some fights."
Fog had rolled into Chinatown by the time they made it into that part of the city. The streets were empty save for the patrons of a few restaurants where everything on the menus was written in Chinese.
Gannon led them down a side street that became narrower as they went. At the first turn, they hit a dead end. Back-sides of restaurants and apartment buildings walled them in.
"I don't know. I–"
"What about this?" Jack pointed to a thin separation between two of the walls, as though one of the buildings ended a foot from where the next began. Seeing space between two houses in this city wasn't uncommon; seeing space between two buildings in Chinatown was .
They could see light on the other side. Jack led the way, his chest almost rubbing the wall in front of him with his back against the wall behind. He had to turn his feet sideways to shuffle along. When he came out the other side of the pass-way,
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