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gotten my
new tool box put in mine and she told me about disliking them. The color came
up because she said hers was dark blue and not the piss green mine is. I don’t
believe that it’s even remotely that color.”
Conrad had to agree with McCray. It was
the ugliest shade of green he’d ever seen. And he didn’t believe for one minute
that her truck was blue any longer. It was more than likely the dark green one
he was looking at. Turning off the computer, he walked to his couch and sat
down with a huff. Nestor sat across from him with the scowl that was forever a
part of his uniform.
“I want you to see what you can find in
satellite and tell me if there are any other vehicles in the area. All of them.
Also, get me Intel and have them look into her new truck. If she’s had it as
long as you say, then she’s driven it somewhere and it would have to be
registered.” Nestor scribbled while Conrad thought.
He wanted her dead before the trial. He
knew that she was the star witness and that she had some major thing to give
testimony about on Vice President Jerry Small. He also had an idea that after
this, she had shit on him as well. But the vice president was the one he
reported to, even though the man had been in a special jail for the past six
weeks.
He’d been caught with his pants down.
Literally. And not only that, but with a few too many others in the room with
him. All male and all but one of them minors. But that wasn’t what had gotten
him in so much shit. It was the fact that he had some top secret paperwork out
on his desk that one of the men had been reading over while getting a blowjob
by one of the kids. Fucking idiot had been recorded and McCray had gotten it. And
now they might know about all the arms deals that he and Jerry had been working
on for years.
“Mr. President is on line one.”
Conrad looked up at Nestor when he
repeated himself.
“He wants to know what we’ve been able
to find out about McCray. He said he expected an update over an hour ago.”
The fucking president loved her and
Conrad couldn’t touch her without going through hoops and circles to get her. He
took the phone from Nestor and nodded for him to leave his office.
“You were to call me an hour ago with
news. Have they found her yet?”
Conrad told him no.
“She’s laying low. I don’t know what
happened with her, but I want you to find her and make sure she’s safe. I don’t
care what it costs the government either. Bring her home.”
“Yes, sir. I’m using all my resources to
do just that. I have a team in the area right now seeing—”
“You go.”
Conrad nearly said for him to fuck off
when Warren Russo, the president, continued.
“I want you to go there and make them
see that she is a treasure to this country and we have to find her. I will have
a team standing by to go to her aid if she even has a nail broken.”
The fucking prick was making his life a
living hell and Conrad wanted nothing more than to go to the White House and shoot
the mother fucker in the head. But he took a deep breath and tried for
calmness. “She might not even be there if she managed to escape the explosion. Or
she might be buried under all that rubble and we may not know it yet.”
“She’s not there. I know it. She found a
way to escape and she’s right now trying to either find a safe haven to hide,
or she’s licking her wounds to come out and kill the bastards who did this to
her.” Russo took a deep breath. “You go there right now, find her, and keep me
in the loop. And Garrett?”
“Yes, sir.” Garrett closed his eyes to
what he knew he wasn’t going to like.
“You fuck this up and so help me, you’ll
never be able to find a place to hide from what I’ll do to you.”
Conrad hadn’t expected him to threaten
him, but before he could say anything, the line went dead. He threw the cell
phone across the room and watched it shatter against the brick fireplace. The
fucking cunt was doing nothing but
new tool box put in mine and she told me about disliking them. The color came
up because she said hers was dark blue and not the piss green mine is. I don’t
believe that it’s even remotely that color.”
Conrad had to agree with McCray. It was
the ugliest shade of green he’d ever seen. And he didn’t believe for one minute
that her truck was blue any longer. It was more than likely the dark green one
he was looking at. Turning off the computer, he walked to his couch and sat
down with a huff. Nestor sat across from him with the scowl that was forever a
part of his uniform.
“I want you to see what you can find in
satellite and tell me if there are any other vehicles in the area. All of them.
Also, get me Intel and have them look into her new truck. If she’s had it as
long as you say, then she’s driven it somewhere and it would have to be
registered.” Nestor scribbled while Conrad thought.
He wanted her dead before the trial. He
knew that she was the star witness and that she had some major thing to give
testimony about on Vice President Jerry Small. He also had an idea that after
this, she had shit on him as well. But the vice president was the one he
reported to, even though the man had been in a special jail for the past six
weeks.
He’d been caught with his pants down.
Literally. And not only that, but with a few too many others in the room with
him. All male and all but one of them minors. But that wasn’t what had gotten
him in so much shit. It was the fact that he had some top secret paperwork out
on his desk that one of the men had been reading over while getting a blowjob
by one of the kids. Fucking idiot had been recorded and McCray had gotten it. And
now they might know about all the arms deals that he and Jerry had been working
on for years.
“Mr. President is on line one.”
Conrad looked up at Nestor when he
repeated himself.
“He wants to know what we’ve been able
to find out about McCray. He said he expected an update over an hour ago.”
The fucking president loved her and
Conrad couldn’t touch her without going through hoops and circles to get her. He
took the phone from Nestor and nodded for him to leave his office.
“You were to call me an hour ago with
news. Have they found her yet?”
Conrad told him no.
“She’s laying low. I don’t know what
happened with her, but I want you to find her and make sure she’s safe. I don’t
care what it costs the government either. Bring her home.”
“Yes, sir. I’m using all my resources to
do just that. I have a team in the area right now seeing—”
“You go.”
Conrad nearly said for him to fuck off
when Warren Russo, the president, continued.
“I want you to go there and make them
see that she is a treasure to this country and we have to find her. I will have
a team standing by to go to her aid if she even has a nail broken.”
The fucking prick was making his life a
living hell and Conrad wanted nothing more than to go to the White House and shoot
the mother fucker in the head. But he took a deep breath and tried for
calmness. “She might not even be there if she managed to escape the explosion. Or
she might be buried under all that rubble and we may not know it yet.”
“She’s not there. I know it. She found a
way to escape and she’s right now trying to either find a safe haven to hide,
or she’s licking her wounds to come out and kill the bastards who did this to
her.” Russo took a deep breath. “You go there right now, find her, and keep me
in the loop. And Garrett?”
“Yes, sir.” Garrett closed his eyes to
what he knew he wasn’t going to like.
“You fuck this up and so help me, you’ll
never be able to find a place to hide from what I’ll do to you.”
Conrad hadn’t expected him to threaten
him, but before he could say anything, the line went dead. He threw the cell
phone across the room and watched it shatter against the brick fireplace. The
fucking cunt was doing nothing but
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