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working the drug trade.” Rachel chewed her thumbnail while thinking that over. “Does the DEA know where Josh…er…Shawn is now?”
“No. Mike Mancini is Shawn’s commanding officer. I’ve known Mike for several years—we worked on a big case when I first started out with the FBI,” Drake said. “We busted a biker gang in South Florida that was dealing meth and coke as well as running a prostitution ring. Mike had been undercover with the gang for two years. He’s cool, but he’ll want to protect his case and his agent. He’s heading down to the Bahamas now and should be here by tomorrow morning.”
“We find Shawn, we find Amber, is that what you’re thinking?”
Drake paced the room. “Quite possibly. He had evidence that the SeaStar was being used for drug smuggling. Mostly cocaine and marijuana. This DEA undercover operation has been in the works for over two years and involves multiple cruise ships. Now that we know, we’ll have to tread lightly so we don’t botch up their investigation.”
“Amber was with Shawn when she disappeared. So maybe she did see something she wasn’t supposed to,” Rachel said. “Wait a minute. The ring!”
Drake stopped pacing and turned to look at her. “What?”
“The ring we found. The initials were SMG. That could have been Shawn Gibson’s ring.”
Drake was already picking up the phone. “I’m calling the lab to see if they got anywhere with that symbol. We’ll ask Mike Mancini, too. Let’s see what information he can give us about Josh…er…Shawn.”
CHAPTER 19
T he diner had a 1950s decor, with red vinyl booths, Formica tabletops, and black-and-white checkered floors. The requisite jukebox sat in the corner, from which Elvis crooned something about blue suede shoes. This was something that you’d see in the States, thought Rachel, not the Bahamas.
Rachel and Drake ordered coffee while they waited for Mike Mancini to show up.
“You sure you don’t want to try the island burger or a slice of coconut pie?” the waitress offered.
“You twisted my arm. I’ll try the pie,” Drake answered.
“Same here,” Rachel agreed. “Sounds delicious.”
They were working on their third cup of coffee, the coconut pie long gone, before Mike strolled in.
Rachel watched as Mike took off his leather jacket before sliding into the booth next to her. His muscles bulged under his white T-shirt and his arms were heavily tattooed. A scar ran across the left side of his eyebrow. He didn’t look like a drug enforcement agent, she thought. More like the biker persona he used to be when he worked undercover. Mike exuded a toughness that Rachel found sexy.
Drake introduced the two.
“I used to work undercover,” Mike said, as though he were reading Rachel’s mind. “Biker gangs and drugs. It’s nice to be on the other side now.”
For once, Rachel found herself speechless. She didn’t believe in love at first sight, more like instant attraction. And there was something about Mike she found very appealing.
“Heard you’re interested in Shawn?” Mike asked.
“We think Shawn is one of the last people to have seen Amber. We have him on surveillance tape walking with her outside the ship’s nightclub. Later, a cabin steward saw them walking down the corridor toward her room. We obviously need to locate him,” Drake said.
Mike turned his coffee cup over and leaned back in the booth. “I’d like to talk to him, too. He hasn’t been in touch with us in over two weeks.”
“Can you tell us what he was involved in?” Drake asked.
Mike waited until the waitress had refilled their coffee cups before he spoke.
“We’d been trying to infiltrate cruise ships for some time—specifically the SeaScape Cruise Line. We think that the SeaStar is running cocaine and marijuana between ports. We got Shawn in place about six months ago. The last time we spoke, he confirmed that a big shipment was going down this week and that he had information about
“No. Mike Mancini is Shawn’s commanding officer. I’ve known Mike for several years—we worked on a big case when I first started out with the FBI,” Drake said. “We busted a biker gang in South Florida that was dealing meth and coke as well as running a prostitution ring. Mike had been undercover with the gang for two years. He’s cool, but he’ll want to protect his case and his agent. He’s heading down to the Bahamas now and should be here by tomorrow morning.”
“We find Shawn, we find Amber, is that what you’re thinking?”
Drake paced the room. “Quite possibly. He had evidence that the SeaStar was being used for drug smuggling. Mostly cocaine and marijuana. This DEA undercover operation has been in the works for over two years and involves multiple cruise ships. Now that we know, we’ll have to tread lightly so we don’t botch up their investigation.”
“Amber was with Shawn when she disappeared. So maybe she did see something she wasn’t supposed to,” Rachel said. “Wait a minute. The ring!”
Drake stopped pacing and turned to look at her. “What?”
“The ring we found. The initials were SMG. That could have been Shawn Gibson’s ring.”
Drake was already picking up the phone. “I’m calling the lab to see if they got anywhere with that symbol. We’ll ask Mike Mancini, too. Let’s see what information he can give us about Josh…er…Shawn.”
CHAPTER 19
T he diner had a 1950s decor, with red vinyl booths, Formica tabletops, and black-and-white checkered floors. The requisite jukebox sat in the corner, from which Elvis crooned something about blue suede shoes. This was something that you’d see in the States, thought Rachel, not the Bahamas.
Rachel and Drake ordered coffee while they waited for Mike Mancini to show up.
“You sure you don’t want to try the island burger or a slice of coconut pie?” the waitress offered.
“You twisted my arm. I’ll try the pie,” Drake answered.
“Same here,” Rachel agreed. “Sounds delicious.”
They were working on their third cup of coffee, the coconut pie long gone, before Mike strolled in.
Rachel watched as Mike took off his leather jacket before sliding into the booth next to her. His muscles bulged under his white T-shirt and his arms were heavily tattooed. A scar ran across the left side of his eyebrow. He didn’t look like a drug enforcement agent, she thought. More like the biker persona he used to be when he worked undercover. Mike exuded a toughness that Rachel found sexy.
Drake introduced the two.
“I used to work undercover,” Mike said, as though he were reading Rachel’s mind. “Biker gangs and drugs. It’s nice to be on the other side now.”
For once, Rachel found herself speechless. She didn’t believe in love at first sight, more like instant attraction. And there was something about Mike she found very appealing.
“Heard you’re interested in Shawn?” Mike asked.
“We think Shawn is one of the last people to have seen Amber. We have him on surveillance tape walking with her outside the ship’s nightclub. Later, a cabin steward saw them walking down the corridor toward her room. We obviously need to locate him,” Drake said.
Mike turned his coffee cup over and leaned back in the booth. “I’d like to talk to him, too. He hasn’t been in touch with us in over two weeks.”
“Can you tell us what he was involved in?” Drake asked.
Mike waited until the waitress had refilled their coffee cups before he spoke.
“We’d been trying to infiltrate cruise ships for some time—specifically the SeaScape Cruise Line. We think that the SeaStar is running cocaine and marijuana between ports. We got Shawn in place about six months ago. The last time we spoke, he confirmed that a big shipment was going down this week and that he had information about
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