Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(18)

“She wouldn’t go to the company man. She never liked him in the first place.” Conrad laughed. “With good reason, I suppose. He’s one of mine.”

When he brought up the video this time he paused it on the truck. He kept staring at it when Nestor spoke again.

“The police are looking for her landlord. They can’t seem to reach him. And I’ve put in a search for him on my own. He lives in England with his fifth wife and they have another home in France. As soon as I get a number for him there, I’ll try.”

Conrad didn’t think he’d find one, but stared at the truck. “What kind of vehicle does she drive? I know it’s a truck, but what can you tell me about it?”

“Dark blue with tinted windows. It doesn’t have a cab on the back. She said she hated them. And she—”

Conrad stood up. “It’s not hers. The truck, it’s someone else’s. This one in the camera, it’s dark green and has a tool box in the back. Mother f*ck, she took off in that monster she drives. Tell me what you know about it.”

Nestor was shaking his head and Conrad wanted to scream at him. “Nothing, sir. She bought it as a personal and never turned in the paperwork on it. She’s only had it for about a month, but even in all that time she never registered it, nor has she ever driven it to work. The only reason I know what I do about it is because I had told her I had gotten my new tool box put in mine and she told me about disliking them. The color came up because she said hers was dark blue and not the piss green mine is. I don’t believe that it’s even remotely that color.”

Conrad had to agree with McCray. It was the ugliest shade of green he’d ever seen. And he didn’t believe for one minute that her truck was blue any longer. It was more than likely the dark green one he was looking at. Turning off the computer, he walked to his couch and sat down with a huff. Nestor sat across from him with the scowl that was forever a part of his uniform.

“I want you to see what you can find in satellite and tell me if there are any other vehicles in the area. All of them. Also, get me Intel and have them look into her new truck. If she’s had it as long as you say, then she’s driven it somewhere and it would have to be registered.” Nestor scribbled while Conrad thought.

He wanted her dead before the trial. He knew that she was the star witness and that she had some major thing to give testimony about on Vice President Jerry Small. He also had an idea that after this, she had shit on him as well. But the vice president was the one he reported to, even though the man had been in a special jail for the past six weeks.

He’d been caught with his pants down. Literally. And not only that, but with a few too many others in the room with him. All male and all but one of them minors. But that wasn’t what had gotten him in so much shit. It was the fact that he had some top secret paperwork out on his desk that one of the men had been reading over while getting a blowjob by one of the kids. Fucking idiot had been recorded and McCray had gotten it. And now they might know about all the arms deals that he and Jerry had been working on for years.

“Mr. President is on line one.”

Conrad looked up at Nestor when he repeated himself.

“He wants to know what we’ve been able to find out about McCray. He said he expected an update over an hour ago.”

The f*cking president loved her and Conrad couldn’t touch her without going through hoops and circles to get her. He took the phone from Nestor and nodded for him to leave his office.

“You were to call me an hour ago with news. Have they found her yet?”

Conrad told him no.

“She’s laying low. I don’t know what happened with her, but I want you to find her and make sure she’s safe. I don’t care what it costs the government either. Bring her home.”

“Yes, sir. I’m using all my resources to do just that. I have a team in the area right now seeing—”

“You go.”

Conrad nearly said for him to f*ck off when Warren Russo, the president, continued.

“I want you to go there and make them see that she is a treasure to this country and we have to find her. I will have a team standing by to go to her aid if she even has a nail broken.”

The f*cking prick was making his life a living hell and Conrad wanted nothing more than to go to the White House and shoot the mother f*cker in the head. But he took a deep breath and tried for calmness. “She might not even be there if she managed to escape the explosion. Or she might be buried under all that rubble and we may not know it yet.”

“She’s not there. I know it. She found a way to escape and she’s right now trying to either find a safe haven to hide, or she’s licking her wounds to come out and kill the bastards who did this to her.” Russo took a deep breath. “You go there right now, find her, and keep me in the loop. And Garrett?”

“Yes, sir.” Garrett closed his eyes to what he knew he wasn’t going to like.

“You f*ck this up and so help me, you’ll never be able to find a place to hide from what I’ll do to you.”

Conrad hadn’t expected him to threaten him, but before he could say anything, the line went dead. He threw the cell phone across the room and watched it shatter against the brick fireplace. The f*cking cunt was doing nothing but f*cking up plans that had been in the works for more than a year. He went to his desk again and called Nestor.