Red, White and Blood: Capitol Cowboy (The Creed Book 8) by Carolina Mac

Author:Carolina Mac [Mac, Carolina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Saturday, March 29th.

Summerlin. Las Vegas. Nevada.

Annie cracked a half dozen eggs and began beating them with a fork as she thought about the vast amount of money she’d wasted on the preceding night.

The night before when she’d made the call she hesitated to make to D.C., she’d been greeted by a chilly silence. The icy reception could have been aimed at her or at Paul Massey and over the phone it was hard to tell which.

After that one call she’d made up her mind. Any work she did from here on in would be strictly on her own. She had mentally declared herself detached from any authority, no matter how lofty.

Farrell hopped off his stool at the breakfast bar and answered the knock on the door that Annie hadn’t heard, she’d been so deeply mired in her own thoughts.

She didn’t want to see anyone and there were very few people who knew she was in Vegas, and fewer who knew her address.

Maybe Obie has returned from the land of the missing.

She glanced up from the eggs she was scrambling and Paul Massey stood in front of her, four suits barging from room to room, clearing the house on behalf of their assigned charge.

“Get those goddammed suits out of my house,” Annie hollered. “They can’t come in here.”

Paul laughed. “Sure they can. They’re with me, remember?”

“I don’t want to remember anything about you, Paul. Get out of my house and stay out. I don’t want to every cross paths with you again.”

“You won’t Annie. I came to tell you that thanks to your late-night phone call to my boss, I’ve been suspended.”

“Only suspended? Too fuckin bad. I was hoping he’d fire your ass and send you back to Johnson City to shovel shit.”

Listening to the conversation from the safety of the sofa, Kamps smiled and sipped his coffee.

“I’ve been put on paid leave for three weeks so I guess I can either go back to my ranch, wait it out in my condo in D.C. or stay here in Vegas and try to improve my poker game.”

“Your game stinks,” said Annie. “You have at least fourteen tells that I’ve counted.”

Now Farrell was smiling at the reaming out Annie was giving Paul. Nobody was happy about the outcome of the previous evening, least of all him. He hated to see Annie suffer because of an arrogant asshole like Paul Massey.

“Go do whatever you want to do, Paul. Just don’t do it anywhere near me. I’m giving you fair warning.”

He laughed in her face. “Why? What are you going to do? Shoot me?”

Annie smiled. “Believe me, I’d like to.”

Paul left the house with his groupies and Annie turned to Farrell as she dished overdone eggs onto three plates. “Put Tyrell on him, sugar. I want to know Paul Massey’s whereabouts every minute of the day.”

Farrell made the call and passed the message on to Nick, who was team leader in Annie’s absence.

Kamps shuffled over to the breakfast bar, picked up his fork and took a bite of his eggs.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.