Bring Me To Life

“So, what’s the intel?”

“The Carbrera Cartel is scrambling.”

Satisfaction rumbled through Evan’s gut. They were scrambling because he’d taken down almost everyone who held any power, pretty much wiping the entire organization off the map. They could attempt to recover, but it would take a lot of time and money to put their network back into play. Time in which drugs wouldn’t be flooding onto American streets.

“Good.”

“Yeah.” Evan heard the appreciation and pride in the other man’s voice. “Not unexpected, but the chatter is a little more organized than we’d anticipated.”

“What do you mean?”

“We think they already have someone ready to pick up the reins.”

Evan jerked from the swing and began pacing. His feet crunched on the frozen ground as he stomped back and forth in front of the groaning swings. His mind raced, mentally flipping through pictures of men who could possibly step into the leadership role of a major drug organization.

There was no one.

He’d painstakingly assembled the evidence to bring down the entire damn organizational structure. That’s why he had been away for three shitty years. It had taken him time to work his way up to the point where he’d been privy to useful information. He could have turned over one or two guys a year into the assignment and come home earlier.

And the year—and the men he’d lost—would have been useless because those vacancies would have immediately been filled by the next guy down the ladder. So he’d worked hard to build a web that would ensnare everyone and leave the organization floundering, hopefully enough to wither away and die.

Evan supposed someone from another organization could have stepped up to the plate, but the Carbreras weren’t exactly known to play well with others. They had more enemies than options within the other crime syndicates, plenty of people wanted to see them disappear almost as much as the United States government had.

Evan swore under his breath. “Who?”

“We don’t know. We were hoping you’d tell us.”

Evan tipped his head up to the bright sky drenched with moonlight. The stars were gorgeous, so crisp and clear. Not the way they were back home in Detroit, overshadowed by clusters of lights. Maybe that’s what Tatum liked about this place. It was definitely quieter. Calmer.

Calm was good. He could use calm right now, because Lock’s words had dread cramping hard in his belly.

“I have no idea who it is.”

Would this nightmare never be over?

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