Jamie
doesn't know many details, but she's aware that Draven is involved in
something that he can't talk about. All that he's said is he's doing
a favor for a friend and it means getting involved with a skeevy
biker gang run by a man named Moose. Needing help, Draven goes to the
one person he knows implicitly that he can trust, Agent Charlene
Fitzgerald.
The
constant rumble of motorcycles was muted here, but still present. It
didn't seem that any city in the proximity of Daytona escaped the
noise of thousands of motors. The imposing shape of a dark-paned SUV
sat on the side the road. Draven's phone buzzed, flashing a text that
came from a number he didn't recognize. Since it was a coded message
that only Charlene would send, he smiled.
Jamie
glanced at it, puzzled. It was a strange image: CKN@@. "What's
that supposed to mean?"
"It's
Charlene. Our private code. It stands for Cock ‘n’ balls."
"Do
I want to know why?"
"It
loses some of the humor if I explain. All of it, in fact."
The
lights on the SUV flashed once and it rolled over to them, headlights
off. The back door opened, the dome light absent.
They
had to take a chance that it was Charlene. They had no other choice.
Draven
climbed in first, keeping Jamie back until he was sure. When he saw
Charlene's smiling face, and the back of her partner's head, he held
out his hand. Jamie jumped quickly in and shut the door. The SUV took
off with silent power.
"I
know you didn't kill him," Charlene said calmly, after
introducing herself to Jamie. "So tell me what happened."
Draven
gave her a detailed report. The driver, a huge black man named
Bramlett, nodded.
"Now
Erickson wants my hide on his wall," Draven said.
"Erickson's
an idiot of the first order," Bramlett rumbled. "If we'd
had our way, we'd have been handling this, but your friendship is
well known."
"We
were able to intercept the report," Charlene said. "It
looks very bad, Draven."
"I'm
aware of that. I screwed up. I'm sorry."
"You
have nothing to be sorry for. Erickson failed to properly protect his
asset. You could have been seriously hurt by Moose's men. Did you
give the panic phrase?"
"I
don't play nice with others," Draven replied. "Yes.
Twice."
"Something
isn't right. He should have come in with a full team at that point."
"If
you ask my opinion," Jamie said, "it sounds like Erickson's
an idiot, or seriously incompetent. I'm not ruling out the
possibility that he's up to his dick in dirt."
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