Take (Fury Brothers #4)

I noted the way Rabbit fiddled with the phone in his hand. “You get any images?”

“Maybe.”

I pulled out more cash.

“I might have taken some.” He scrolled through the phone. “I got close enough I heard them talk about a big payday. Selling some project. That head guy, he’s got a real hard-on for it. Said it’s going to be his retirement.” Rabbit held up the phone.

He’d managed to take several pictures of hard-faced guys. Maybe Eastern European. When Rabbit flicked to the final image, I froze.

“That’s the leader,” he said.

Fuck. I gritted my teeth and snatched the phone off him.

“You know him?” Rabbit said.

I didn’t answer. I texted the pictures to my phone, then deleted them off Rabbit’s.

“Rabbit, don’t hang around that warehouse for a while.”

He fidgeted. “They’re really bad news?”

“The worst.”

“Yeah, okay. But I saw them leave. They packed up all their shit and left.”

Dammit. Of course, this couldn’t be easy. Still, I’d send a couple of PSS guys around to the warehouse to check it out.

“Thanks, Rabbit.”

He smiled a gap-toothed smile. “I did good?”

“You did. Now, get out of here.”

He lifted his chin. “See you, Fury.”

The man ambled away and disappeared into the shadows. I pulled out my phone and studied the photos. I paused on the one of the ringleader.

Hugh Auclair.

He was a French national. Handsome, smart, and dangerous. He was beyond bad news. He was a ruthless, cold-blooded killer. We’d crossed paths when I’d been in the CIA.

If Auclair wanted Frankie’s project, he wouldn’t stop until he got it. I needed to take him down.

I headed back to the PSS Chevy Suburban I’d driven, fighting the bad feeling growing in my gut.

Once I was inside the vehicle, I sent the photos to Noah at my office.

I just sent through some photos. I want them identified.

Noah replied.

On it.

I wanted to know who these guys on Auclair’s team were.

I wondered what Frankie was doing in her lab. I hated having her out of my sight. I’d assigned Lincoln to stay with her. He was a good guy. A former Navy SEAL. I knew I didn’t have to worry.

Still, I stabbed Frankie’s name on my phone. It rang and rang. There was no answer.