Bad to the Bone by Wendy Byrne

Author:Wendy Byrne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Ignite; romance; suspense; mystery; Wendy Byrne; DEA agent; law enforcement; undercover; romantic suspense; motorcycle
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-12-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

He met up with his boss, Mel, at a café by his apartment. Mel waited in the corner booth, munching on a croissant filled with chocolate, and said as Enrique walked up, “I want an update.”

“A woman named Clementine Roberts planted about five copperheads at Murphy’s. A couple of them ended up in the apartment upstairs.”

“You know this how?”

Enrique shuddered through a sigh. “Sammie called me to help out.”

“This after your date yesterday?”

He winced. “It wasn’t a date, exactly. I need information, and I get that through whatever means I can.” Keeping information from Mel felt all kinds of wrong, but after everything he’d seen and heard, Sammie’s innocence seemed like a possibility. But revealing his thoughts prematurely would be a huge mistake. If he could just figure out what she’d been doing at the docks today. He had to believe it had something to do with the phone call she’d gotten last night before everything went to hell.

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t give me that shit. This is a job. I know about the line.” And he’d crossed it a time or two with Sammie already. “More importantly, I thought she might be going on a drug drop.” He had to give Mel a morsel or he’d keep digging.

“Now you’re talking.”

“Except either I was wrong or it was a no-show. If she’s involved in this, sooner or later she’s going to screw up, and I’ll catch her. I took pictures.” He laid the photos on the table between them.

“Nothing remarkable.” Mel examined the pictures. “I could see where you might not be objective, though.”

“Cut the shit, Mel. I’m good with this.” And if he said it enough times, he’d believe it himself.

“So who’s the woman in the baseball cap?”

“Not sure. The contact seemed random. Nothing exchanged except for a few words. Maybe asking directions or something. But took the photo anyway in case.”

“Wise man. But there’s something else.”

“I made sure I ran into Sammie accidentally a little later, and she said she had to leave and go the locksmith.”

“I assume you followed her.”

“I didn’t want to make it too obvious, so I hung back, but then one of those cruise ships pulled in and the place was overflowing with tourists and I lost her.”

“No idea where she was headed?”

“Not a clue. But I’m all over this, so no need to worry.”

…

Disgusted, Sammie hung up the sign—Closed for Tonight—in the front window. She’d called up Chloe and had the locks changed. Now she had to wait for the final go-ahead from the health department.

She had nothing but time on her hands and dreaded going back upstairs to the apartment. Instead, she brought one of the chairs from inside onto the front porch, along with a bottle of nail polish, and tried to block out the last twenty-four hours from her close encounter with the slimy creatures from hell to the drug encounter that never happened, followed by the threat. It had to be the undercover cop, otherwise why mention him? She had to talk to somebody about it, and Jack would be her go-to person, but she couldn’t.

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