Murder LLC (Scott Brody Thriller Book 2) by Bryan Cassiday

Murder LLC (Scott Brody Thriller Book 2) by Bryan Cassiday

Author:Bryan Cassiday [Cassiday, Bryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bryan Cassiday
Published: 2020-06-08T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter 66

Once inside Harrah’s air-conditioned gaming room, Brody checked to see if anybody was following them.

He didn’t see anyone.

Standing beside Brody, Root checked as well.

“Was that slug meant for you or me?” said Root.

“Me,” said Brody. “I had a run-in with a sicario earlier.”

“For a hit man, he’s not a very good shot.”

“He could’ve missed intentionally as a warning.”

“You need to tell me what you know. Maybe the agency can help.”

“Let’s get a drink,” said Brody, his throat parched from the heat.

They bellied up to a bar, commandeered stools, and ordered beers. Brody also ordered a glass of water.

Brody decided he better come clean, in spite of the NDA he had signed for Peltz. If Root didn’t know about the NDA, how would he ever find out about it? decided Brody. At rest in a coffin, Peltz couldn’t tell him or anyone else. If nobody knew Brody had signed the NDA, nobody could report him for violating it. The question was, had Peltz shared the NDA with anyone else? Since the FBI had given Peltz the boot, Brody figured the answer was no. Unless Peltz had a friend he had confided in . . . like a fellow fed . . .

Wearing an earring a hatchet-faced gaunt bartender with a Russian accent and an open collar served their beers and Brody’s water.

Brody twisted around on his stool and scoped out the casino gaming room in search of the shooter. The coast was clear. He faced forward.

“An FBI agent told me a cabal within the FBI is plotting to remove President Ransom from office using the Twenty-fifth Amendment,” he said. “Vice President Dealey and the cabal are working in cahoots.”

“Who told you this?” said Root.

“I don’t know if I should tell you his name.”

“Did he give you any proof?”

“No. The FBI said they fired him because he had a nervous breakdown.”

“He uncovered this conspiracy on his own?”

“I guess. I don’t know if we can believe anything he said. He was going nuts toward the end.”

“Toward the end?”

“He was killed.”

“Why do you say he was going nuts?”

“He accused me of being a traitor and tried to shoot me. He was seeing traitors under the bed. He was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic, according to the FBI, but what if . . .”

“What if what?”

“What if what he said was true? What if he uncovered the truth and it helped drive him completely mad?”

“What else did he tell you?” asked Root in earnest, and took a pull on his beer.

“He said—and again he never showed me any proof—that the cartels hated President Ransom because he was opposed to open borders, but they liked Vice President Dealey because he favored open borders.”

“So they could smuggle their narcotics into our country easier.”

“Right.”

“That makes sense. Ransom is a hardliner on the border. He went to Harvard, but he grew up on a ranch in Texas, and his son OD’d on fentanyl. He sees drugs as America’s public enemy number one, and a lot of those drugs are flowing into his home state.



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