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Chapters (45)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. EPILOGUE

Edge settled back in his chair, and Dutch sat down across from him.

“So what’s the plan?” Edge prayed he sounded as confident as he was pretending to be. The DEA would be listening—he hoped. He needed Dutch to be clear about what was going down.

“There’s a ship arriving tomorrow at the Long Beach harbor. The cargo we’re interested in is scheduled to be offloaded onto a truck and hauled to a designated location. You, me, and a couple of the boys will be driving to the location to make the pickup.”

“I assume this cargo is necessary for your meth operation.”

“That’s right.

“Same stuff you used to make the drugs produced in Blancha Springs?”

Dutch’s gaze darted around, but there was no chance anyone could hear.

Except the DEA. With any luck, Edge fervently prayed.

“That’s right,” Dutch said. “Ephedrine. We used to buy it from China. For a while, it came up from Mexico. Our best source now is India. Over-the-counter retail sales are illegal there, but bulk manufacturing is still okay. Just a matter of finding the right supplier and getting the product over here and delivered to its destination.”

“So we’re driving where . . . ? ”

Dutch shook his head. “That’s information you don’t need to know right now.”

“Why not? Petrov has Skye. There’s no way I’d do anything to put her in danger.”

“Tomorrow,” Dutch said, rising. “I’ll pick you up at your hotel at eight p.m. tomorrow.”

Dutch handed him back his weapon and walked away. Edge holstered the pistol, took a deep breath, and leaned back in his chair. He needed more information. And he needed to talk to Special Agent Derrick Cross.

“I need a drink,” he said aloud. It was the code they had agreed on. Cross would meet him at a place called the Cannery a mile off the strip. According to Cross, it was a bar that catered to vets and not a spot Petrov’s goons would frequent.

Walking out of the restaurant into the night, Edge climbed into a cab and gave the driver the address. “Take your time. Let’s have a little tour of the area first.”

The cabbie just grunted and pulled away. Edge kept an eye out the back window to see if they were being followed. No sign of a tail.

But worry darkened his thoughts, and the back of his neck was tingling. Never a good sign.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

SASHA LED SKYE ACROSS THE TWO-STORY ENTRY, UP THE CURVING staircase, down what seemed miles of wide, high-ceilinged corridor. Petrov had disappeared into his study moments after they’d arrived, leaving the blonde in charge, which seemed to please her greatly.

“Come.” She opened the door to Skye’s glamorous prison and stood back to let her into the room. “I will need your phone.”