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didn’t have this, what then?
She would be left with nothing.
—
A knot tied up his gut as Drago waited for Camille. In her current state, was she good enough to convince Rodriquez to get her that search warrant? He didn’t know her lieutenant personally. Didn’t want to know the man. Or any cop. They’d pretty much been a disappointment to him his entire life.
Including his brother.
As part of the force, Justus had let him cool his heels in Cook County for more than six months. His own brother had refused to bail him out as he damn well could have and should have.
Drago loved his brother but resented him, too. Didn’t matter that Justus had walked off the job over Drago’s incarceration. That Drago had been punished because he was too passionate about the damage done to a friend had been the last straw for Justus. He might call himself a PI now, but at heart, he was still the cop he’d always been. They were so different, Drago thought. While they might have the same goal to bring satisfaction to victims either of criminals or of the system itself, they had very different ways of getting down to business.
He was just thinking that Camille was more like Justus than him when she came out of the building. He revved the engine and pulled the car out of its slot, stopping just as she reached the curb.
She threw herself into the passenger seat without saying a word. Her expression was telling, though. She was anything but happy.
“Rodriguez wouldn’t get the search warrant?”
“No, he did. Rather he had Eli Jackson handle it. Jackson worked with me on the task force. Now he’s heading it.”
“And?”
“The paperwork was just sent over to Judge Andrew Garrison, who I hope will rubber stamp it the moment he reads it.”
“What do we do in the meantime?”
“Run home long enough to let Max out.”
“You’re just going to leave? Not follow the team back to Connect Chicago?”
“I don’t want Rodriguez to know Jackson is feeding me info. He doesn’t need trouble, too. The moment he faxed the paperwork to the judge, Jackson texted me and said he’d let me know when they’d done the search and he had something.”
“And you’re sure he will?”
She nodded. “When he gets the search warrant, he’ll take a couple of uniforms to find the info, but they’ll be in a squad. He’ll be in his own vehicle, so when he texts me, no one will be any wiser. In the meantime, we might as well do something productive.”
Concentrating on the dog would destress her for a little while anyway, Drago thought.
“Okay.” Pulling out of the lot, he just hoped she wasn’t in for a disappointment from this Jackson, but he was also hoping for the best. Surely she knew the people she worked with and what they would and would not do for her. Obviously Jackson had a connection with Camille, or he would have frozen her out. “Home it is, then.”
Camille didn’t live far from her office, less than a ten-minute drive north. Her bungalow was half a block east of the river. He parked at the curb for a quick getaway once they got word. She ran in to get Max, who blasted his way out the front door. On his leash, the excited dog didn’t know whether to run circles around her or to find a tree. He even gave Drago a sniff and a tail thump. That piece of bacon he’d given the dog that morning had obviously won him over.
In turn, Drago ruffled the dog’s ears. “Hey, boy, wanna go for a
walk
?”
Max barked and tore off in the direction of the river, forcing Camille into running until she was able to get him under control and slow down to a fast stroll.
“Thanks,” she muttered over her shoulder.
Drago grinned at her. “Anytime. You needed something to loosen you up.”
She let the dog lead them down to the riverbank area, grown over with plantings, every minute or so checking her cell for a text that didn’t come.
Maybe her stress wasn’t as relieved as Drago thought it would be. “Give him some
She would be left with nothing.
—
A knot tied up his gut as Drago waited for Camille. In her current state, was she good enough to convince Rodriquez to get her that search warrant? He didn’t know her lieutenant personally. Didn’t want to know the man. Or any cop. They’d pretty much been a disappointment to him his entire life.
Including his brother.
As part of the force, Justus had let him cool his heels in Cook County for more than six months. His own brother had refused to bail him out as he damn well could have and should have.
Drago loved his brother but resented him, too. Didn’t matter that Justus had walked off the job over Drago’s incarceration. That Drago had been punished because he was too passionate about the damage done to a friend had been the last straw for Justus. He might call himself a PI now, but at heart, he was still the cop he’d always been. They were so different, Drago thought. While they might have the same goal to bring satisfaction to victims either of criminals or of the system itself, they had very different ways of getting down to business.
He was just thinking that Camille was more like Justus than him when she came out of the building. He revved the engine and pulled the car out of its slot, stopping just as she reached the curb.
She threw herself into the passenger seat without saying a word. Her expression was telling, though. She was anything but happy.
“Rodriguez wouldn’t get the search warrant?”
“No, he did. Rather he had Eli Jackson handle it. Jackson worked with me on the task force. Now he’s heading it.”
“And?”
“The paperwork was just sent over to Judge Andrew Garrison, who I hope will rubber stamp it the moment he reads it.”
“What do we do in the meantime?”
“Run home long enough to let Max out.”
“You’re just going to leave? Not follow the team back to Connect Chicago?”
“I don’t want Rodriguez to know Jackson is feeding me info. He doesn’t need trouble, too. The moment he faxed the paperwork to the judge, Jackson texted me and said he’d let me know when they’d done the search and he had something.”
“And you’re sure he will?”
She nodded. “When he gets the search warrant, he’ll take a couple of uniforms to find the info, but they’ll be in a squad. He’ll be in his own vehicle, so when he texts me, no one will be any wiser. In the meantime, we might as well do something productive.”
Concentrating on the dog would destress her for a little while anyway, Drago thought.
“Okay.” Pulling out of the lot, he just hoped she wasn’t in for a disappointment from this Jackson, but he was also hoping for the best. Surely she knew the people she worked with and what they would and would not do for her. Obviously Jackson had a connection with Camille, or he would have frozen her out. “Home it is, then.”
Camille didn’t live far from her office, less than a ten-minute drive north. Her bungalow was half a block east of the river. He parked at the curb for a quick getaway once they got word. She ran in to get Max, who blasted his way out the front door. On his leash, the excited dog didn’t know whether to run circles around her or to find a tree. He even gave Drago a sniff and a tail thump. That piece of bacon he’d given the dog that morning had obviously won him over.
In turn, Drago ruffled the dog’s ears. “Hey, boy, wanna go for a
walk
?”
Max barked and tore off in the direction of the river, forcing Camille into running until she was able to get him under control and slow down to a fast stroll.
“Thanks,” she muttered over her shoulder.
Drago grinned at her. “Anytime. You needed something to loosen you up.”
She let the dog lead them down to the riverbank area, grown over with plantings, every minute or so checking her cell for a text that didn’t come.
Maybe her stress wasn’t as relieved as Drago thought it would be. “Give him some
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