Wildfire: An action-packed vigilante thriller (Vince Bellator Book 2) by John Cutter

Author:John Cutter [Cutter, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lume Books
Published: 2022-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“You really shouldn’t be here, Corlin,” said Agent Chang, as they drove the Crown Vic into Stapp.

“You tell me this now, Richie?” Dierdre said, as she pulled into the parking lot of the little police station. “We’ve been driving for hours. You just think to mention that I shouldn’t he here?”

“It’s just things you said in the last half hour. About Bellator. About Angel Lopez. ‘Maybe sometimes you need to let a Vince Bellator do what he does.’ I mean — come on.”

She turned the engine off and they sat there, the dust settling around the car. “Just thinking from different… points of view. It’s just talk. Devil’s advocate. You know?”

Chang shook his head. “You’re caught up in his slipstream,” Chang said.

“Last time, Vince Bellator was right. You said so yourself. If he hadn’t done what he did, all those people in that crowd in D.C. would be dead. And those senators would be dead. And Professor Shit Head would have gotten away.”

“So Bellator did kill that guy?”

“Seems pretty obvious. But the Bureau either didn’t find proof or didn’t want to. The killing of him and his bodyguards had all Vince’s…” She cleared her throat. “Bellator’s hallmarks.”

She glanced at Chang. Saw him looking at her. Something in his eyes… Anguish.

Dierdre knew Chang desired her, though he’d never made a move. Maybe he was even quietly infatuated. She found him attractive enough, but… She’d long ago made up her mind, No intimate relationships with other agents.

Anyway — there was Vince.

To Dierdre, Vince Bellator was like the planet Jupiter to a passing asteroid. That asteroid is going to fall into Jupiter’s gravitational well. Vince was gentlemanly, intelligent, roughly good looking, ripped, decisive, dangerous yet kind. He was a protector of the innocent. It was in his nature, maybe in his DNA. He had a sense of humor. He had saved her life twice. He was relentless, he was powerful, but he never boasted, swaggered, or showed off. He had vulnerabilities and he was honest about them. He was effortlessly sexy.

Don’t think about that, Dierdre.

It would be stupid to fall in love with Vincent Bellator. Dangerous for her career. For her life. For her peace of mind.

But deep down she knew it was too late.

“What happened at the Lincoln Memorial,” Chang said, “was a unique event.” He tapped his fingers on his thighs, and then — in a decisive motion — unhooked his seatbelt. “Let’s talk to this cop — see if we can find enough cause to take Lopez down without Bellator having to play cowboy again.”

“Are you clear about what not to say to the Chief here, Richie?”

“Yes, we only went over that about eight times.”

“Twice. Okay, three times.”

They got out of the car, went through the door to the front desk. A deeply tanned officer, who looked to Diedre like he worked out but still drank too much beer, stood up behind the counter. He appeared to be a police sergeant, with crewcut blond hair, a brilliantly toothy wide smile.

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