Wild Fire (Chaos #6.5)(16)

The toddler’s eyes were aimed down at his father, face filled with glee.

It took some deep breaths to get through that one.

Thankfully, only once did she rewind a creeper, stalkery ten times. And this was when the camera had caught Dutch Black in the present (or a few years ago).

Laughing.

When the film was over, she didn’t think about what she intended to do.

She just started on the road to doing it.

Thus, she took Murtagh direct to her backpack, dug through it, got her notebook and pen, brought it back to the sofa, had a think, and while she did, she made her usual list.

And after finishing off the wine, the list and a couple of Zzzquil gummies, she and Murtagh went to bed.



First thing in the morning, after she made coffee, she grabbed her notebook and reviewed the list.

It read:



1. Jackson. DPD.





Carlyle Case. Status. Future. Details.





+++NEIGHBOR!!!!





Who else saw who came and went from her house?





Names?





No DNA in bed, on skin or under nails with a rape?





Market (sperm, syrup, pharma)





Players????





2. Banga -n-Kraken. Street.





Market (players, locations, warehouses?)





Where to buy?





Who?





If not them…who to ask?





3. King’s Shelter?





ED? Juliette --- (last name?)





Rock Chick books –-- read.





4. Charge taser/check expiration on Mace.





Cover:





Sperm the ruse.





Single.





Independent.





Too much $$ for insemination (How much does that cost? Find out.)???





Lame…build on this.↑↑↑↑





Once she reviewed it, Georgiana grabbed her phone and started at the top.

She called Jackson, one of her sources in the Denver Police Department.

When he said he was all in for a mid-morning coffee break (and she knew what he meant was he was all in to stare at her breasts while they sipped coffee, he asked her for a date, she politely declined while telling him how much she valued their friendship, all this happening through her delicately pumping him for information or maneuvering him to get it for her), she slapped on some makeup, did something with her hair, tugged on some clothes that showed absolutely no cleavage, promised Murtagh she’d be back…

And she headed out.





Chapter Four



Cute



Dutch



“Get twenty feet from this truck, you’re on camera. Most of the entire perimeter,” Vance said.

It was late at night.

They were in his truck, outside a warehouse, at the back, both their eyes to that warehouse that wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small, it wasn’t well-lit, but it also wasn’t dark.

And even from their distance, which was the same as the rest—not far, but not close—you could see the cameras.

“Except there,” Vance continued. “The back north corner. There are no doors or windows there to breach or see in, so they left it unprotected. But you only got about ten feet of leeway, then you’re fucked because you’re on camera.”

Dutch turned his head to look at Vance Crowe, Juliet’s husband, and one of the Nightingale men.

Vance was also looking at him.

“They send a man out. Random. To do a check. They’ll clock you in a vehicle. We’re takin’ a chance right now, bein’ here, and them seein’ us. That happens, they probably won’t approach. Guys like this, they don’t want mess, distractions or problems. But the minute you go, they’ll pack up everything in that warehouse, it’ll be gone within an hour and we’ll be back to square one.”

Dutch nodded. “So park elsewhere, get to that back corner, hunker down around the side, and watch from there?”

Vance nodded. “You wanna see if the guy the kid was meeting at Shady’s goes in or out of that building, then follow him, that’s your only shot. Good news, they don’t use the front door so if he comes around, that’s where you’ll see him. Bad news, it’ll be seriously uncomfortable staking out like that, it could take days for the guy to show, if he ever does, and you run the risk every time of being seen if the guy they send out decides to do a full perimeter check.”

Dutch didn’t ask if Vance knew if the guy often did a full perimeter check. This situation was in its infancy. Recon had been swift, and it was patchy. He was lucky Vance had this much information to relay. He was lucky Vance and the men at Nightingale Investigations had waded in at all.

But this was about one of Jules’s kids, so maybe it wasn’t that lucky.

“You’re gonna have to melt, brother,” Vance advised. “That guy comes out, you have an exit strategy planned. Which means no watching in the daylight. You can become a shadow, but even I can’t do that shit when the sun is shining. If they catch you, they won’t make an approach if you’re sitting a vehicle. You’re close to their operation, they’ll deal with you fast and no one will ever see you again.”