Bad Traffick by D.V. Berkom

Author:D.V. Berkom
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: D.V. Berkom

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Santiago Jensen threw his keys in the dish on the hall table and kicked the door shut with his foot. Loosening his tie, he thumbed through the mail, but didn't find anything that needed his immediate attention. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Scotch from the cupboard, poured three fingers into a glass and dropped in a few ice cubes.

Drink in hand, he returned to the living room and flicked on the television with the remote. Soccer. Usually something he liked to watch in order to wind down at the end of the day, but not today. He stared at the screen, not seeing anything as his mind ran through what he'd found out earlier that afternoon.

In the spirit of improved relations between the LAPD and the FBI, the feds had offered new information on the Leine Basso investigation. The latest showed Leine in L.A. at the time of the murders. Airline manifests, bank accounts and car rental agreements listed the aliases she supposedly used within the agency. The information was too pat, too perfect. The whole 'rogue agent' BS didn't sit well with either him or Putz.

Jensen realized it wouldn't matter if Leine was innocent or not. It was clear the Agency expected her to take the fall for the murders.

He tipped his head and threw back the Scotch in one swallow. Leine was being set up, he could feel it. But how the hell could he prove that she didn't commit the murders? She'd been an assassin, for Christ's sake. Pretty hard to argue that point, since she'd even admitted it to Jensen. He could see their reasoning: why not have LAPD pin the charges on an outlier, someone who was no longer with the Agency? But Jensen wouldn't let a person who didn't commit the murders pay the ultimate price. Not on his watch.

Especially not Leine.

The only way forward Jensen could see was to ask Leine for the files she claimed she'd sent to Eric's boss at the Agency. For her sake, he hoped she had copies. He'd have to be careful who he gave them to and when. Jensen had a couple of contacts in the FBI that he trusted, but was pretty sure being in possession of the files would not be good for their careers. There's no way faster onto a fibbie's shit-list than to screw with their career trajectory. And, if what Leine said about her ex-boss was true, it could be dangerous.

Jensen massaged the space between his eyes. He had to call her. There was no other way. He could've had Putz call, but didn't want to involve his partner. The less he knew, the better. He stared at the disposable phone he'd bought earlier that day after he found out the latest developments in the case. He'd even checked to make sure the store didn't have surveillance cameras directed at the front counter, and wore a pair of sunglasses and a ball cap to hide his features.

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