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twice in my head as Mick talked. A little go away rain spell never hurt anyone.
As I repeated the chant, I vaguely heard Mick mention something that Sherry’s childhood friend was only a bystander and the agency couldn’t risk any sort of notion that Sherry was an agent if the bystander knew her job. He was right. Louisville was big enough for our family to stay hidden, but small enough for us to be in the community. It was a perfect size for our cover and the same would hold true for Sherry.
I’m sure her family, unlike mine, was thrilled that she’d become an agent and let it slip to their friends who told others and the chain went on.
“Huh,” Mick observed the sudden change in the weather. “The rain stopped.” He slid his eyes over to me. “Now that was strange.”
“You know Mother Nature in Kentucky.” I shrugged and put Vinnie in gear. “You never know from one minute to the next if it’s going to rain, sleet, shine, or snow.”
“That’s the truth.” Mick pointed the way for Vinnie to go.
I had to say that I was proud of Vinnie for taking orders from Mick and was going to let the bird poop things slide. I had to take the good with the bad as long as the bad didn’t give our cover away.
“Did you read the file Burt gave you?” Mick asked. His eyes were focused on one of the barns where there was a group of people standing in a circle.
“I did, but it was late.” Crap! I’d totally forgotten about the file. I was so focused on Sherry, Mrs. Hubbard, the Spell Circle and all the other goings-on that I had completely forgotten to look over the file. “Why don’t you tell me in your opinion. You know paperwork doesn’t really explain what is really going on.”
“Good observation.” Mick put my heart in agony every time he looked at me with those big blue eyes. And that widow’s peak that every once in a while showed itself from underneath his hair part teased me.
I loved a man with a good widow’s peak. It was a sign of a strong man. Mick was definitely strong in all areas.
“There are two main players in the sale of horses. The auctioneer and the seller.” He gestured to the barn. “This is a private auction that is invite only with the wealthiest of people in the horse industry. The bald guy over there.” He pointed out the window to a stocky man in a suit with Rayban reflective-lensed sunglasses. Someone I wouldn’t want to get in a rumble with for sure. “That’s Ranger Esposito.”
Ranger Esposito looked like he could put the hammer down and I wouldn’t want to be on his receiving end because I wasn’t sure if my spells could outwit him.
“He is security for these auctions and would know every single person invited. He does all the background checks and even a police check. They also do a check that alerted us to why we needed to investigate. They do an extensive check to see if anyone here has had any relationship working for any government agency. We have an inside informant that said someone in this group of elite horse owners is doping,” he said.
“Doping?” I asked.
“No different from any athlete that uses enhancing drugs to perform better in their sport.” The tension reached his jaw. “If someone is doping one of their horses now in the fall season, they can run these fall races making them favorites by the time the spring meet comes around.”
“And the Derby,” I gasped. The Derby winner was a big deal around these parts. “It not only affects the Derby, but the entire Triple-Crown.”
“You got it. That’s why it’s important that we find out if it’s starting right here on our own soil.” He kept his eyes on the other couples filing in. “Other SKUL agents are on the ground in New York and Maryland.”
“Wow.” I had no idea this was such a serious thing.
“Horse racing is a serious sport and it’s no different than human sports.” He eased back into the seat and placed his hands on his thighs. His eyes looked forward. “Please
As I repeated the chant, I vaguely heard Mick mention something that Sherry’s childhood friend was only a bystander and the agency couldn’t risk any sort of notion that Sherry was an agent if the bystander knew her job. He was right. Louisville was big enough for our family to stay hidden, but small enough for us to be in the community. It was a perfect size for our cover and the same would hold true for Sherry.
I’m sure her family, unlike mine, was thrilled that she’d become an agent and let it slip to their friends who told others and the chain went on.
“Huh,” Mick observed the sudden change in the weather. “The rain stopped.” He slid his eyes over to me. “Now that was strange.”
“You know Mother Nature in Kentucky.” I shrugged and put Vinnie in gear. “You never know from one minute to the next if it’s going to rain, sleet, shine, or snow.”
“That’s the truth.” Mick pointed the way for Vinnie to go.
I had to say that I was proud of Vinnie for taking orders from Mick and was going to let the bird poop things slide. I had to take the good with the bad as long as the bad didn’t give our cover away.
“Did you read the file Burt gave you?” Mick asked. His eyes were focused on one of the barns where there was a group of people standing in a circle.
“I did, but it was late.” Crap! I’d totally forgotten about the file. I was so focused on Sherry, Mrs. Hubbard, the Spell Circle and all the other goings-on that I had completely forgotten to look over the file. “Why don’t you tell me in your opinion. You know paperwork doesn’t really explain what is really going on.”
“Good observation.” Mick put my heart in agony every time he looked at me with those big blue eyes. And that widow’s peak that every once in a while showed itself from underneath his hair part teased me.
I loved a man with a good widow’s peak. It was a sign of a strong man. Mick was definitely strong in all areas.
“There are two main players in the sale of horses. The auctioneer and the seller.” He gestured to the barn. “This is a private auction that is invite only with the wealthiest of people in the horse industry. The bald guy over there.” He pointed out the window to a stocky man in a suit with Rayban reflective-lensed sunglasses. Someone I wouldn’t want to get in a rumble with for sure. “That’s Ranger Esposito.”
Ranger Esposito looked like he could put the hammer down and I wouldn’t want to be on his receiving end because I wasn’t sure if my spells could outwit him.
“He is security for these auctions and would know every single person invited. He does all the background checks and even a police check. They also do a check that alerted us to why we needed to investigate. They do an extensive check to see if anyone here has had any relationship working for any government agency. We have an inside informant that said someone in this group of elite horse owners is doping,” he said.
“Doping?” I asked.
“No different from any athlete that uses enhancing drugs to perform better in their sport.” The tension reached his jaw. “If someone is doping one of their horses now in the fall season, they can run these fall races making them favorites by the time the spring meet comes around.”
“And the Derby,” I gasped. The Derby winner was a big deal around these parts. “It not only affects the Derby, but the entire Triple-Crown.”
“You got it. That’s why it’s important that we find out if it’s starting right here on our own soil.” He kept his eyes on the other couples filing in. “Other SKUL agents are on the ground in New York and Maryland.”
“Wow.” I had no idea this was such a serious thing.
“Horse racing is a serious sport and it’s no different than human sports.” He eased back into the seat and placed his hands on his thighs. His eyes looked forward. “Please
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