Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Kreed looked behind the bed, moved the device over the picture hanging above the headboard. “The rooms are clean.” Kreed turned back around to face them, clearly thinking through the situation. “Were these the original rooms?”
“Nah, I got us two new ones.”
“I think we should report in to the local PD. They need to know we’re here, and I need to get the reports they filed from last night,” Connors said randomly while standing in the middle of the two rooms.
“I need to get with Aaron. He can scan our computers and pull together a list of the agents assigned to Greyson. He’ll do it quietly. No one’ll know.” Mitch ignored Kreed, who was still staring at Connors. His partner hadn’t learned yet that Tyler Connors didn’t fit in well with people. He was single-minded and sole-purposed. General conversation wasn’t his strength.
“We keep coming right back here with Stuart. You know I don’t like him.” Connors gave an aggravated huff. Kreed stood back, watching both of them as if this was going be a great show. Mitch ignored him as he set up his computer and immediately turned on Skype.
“Then go check in with the police, see if they have anything new to go on. Be seen out and about. If they have a diner, stop in there. We want the word out for everyone to know that we’re asking lots of questions. Leave your laptop on in your room. Aaron can remotely access it and see what devices are tracking us—if there are any, but if you haven’t figured it out, Stuart’s involved in this case. Get used to it.” Mitch stifled a yawn. The pent up energy of worry was beginning to fade, leaving in its place the fact he hadn’t slept in well over twenty-four hours.
“Guarantee me that he will only do what needs to be done. Watch every move he makes. There’s sensitive information on this thing. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. We can grab a bite to eat at the diner together,” Connors said, bringing his laptop to Mitch.
“Agreed,” he set up the computers and waited for Connors to leave before he dialed Aaron. On the first ring, his face appeared on the screen. “Did you get the text I sent you?” Aaron asked.
“I haven’t checked yet, but I will. Can you check out my computer, see if I’m the only one here? I can give you my access information.” Mitch could hear Kreed behind him, moving. The sound of the recliner’s leg rest lifting and lowering.
“No need,” Aaron said, and Skype was disconnected.
“So that’s the famous Aaron Stuart. Is he straight or gay?” Kreed asked. Mitch would have sworn his friend sounded a little curious.
“I don’t know. I don’t know him like that. There’s always a female playing with him,” Mitch commented, somewhat distracted as his screen momentarily went black and then came back up, business as usual.
“He’s straight then,” Kreed reasoned and went back to lounging in the recliner.
“Not necessarily,” Mitch said absently and waited, staring at his screen. His mouse was going crazy. Aaron had easily broken in and was working the system files. He probably kept the mouse going on purpose, letting Mitch know he was there. After a second of remaining seated, he broke his daze and dug his phone out of his pocket. There were a few missed calls and texts.
He scanned the calls, both received during the turbulent plane ride—one from Director Skinner, the other from Kreed. He’d wait to call his director when he wasn’t in the middle of doing something that might be frowned upon. The incoming text message was from Aaron.
He clicked the message open to be greeted with a new photo of Cody. Damn, the guy was gorgeous, just exactly like he remembered. This had to be a professional picture. He wore a Texas State Trooper uniform and had a serious look on his face. The picture’s angle perfectly accented Cody’s bright blue eyes. His lips were full and pouty, and Mitch knew from experience they were totally kissable. His cock went half-mast as he recalled how soft and sexy they were. He was going to have a full-blown hard-on if he didn’t stop gawking. He damn sure wasn’t in any mood to explain to Kreed why he had an erection with him sitting right there in the room.
He gave Cody one last look and moved on to the information he’d requested.
Cody Turner
Birthday: June 23, 1988
Age: 26
Height: 6’4”
Address: 10410 Main Street Apt 9B, Austin, TX 78722
Phone: 512.555.6001
Email: texasranger1987@mail.com
Employed by the TxDPS as a Highway Patrol Officer for four years.
No criminal record of any kind. Looks clean. I can dig deeper if you want.
A
By the time he got to the bottom of the message, Aaron’s face reappeared on his laptop screen. Aaron had re-initiated Skype himself. Mitch had no idea how he did things like that, but he did it all the time. “I can’t see any evidence of devices on this machine. It’s picking up the Justice Department in Louisiana, but nothing else is attached.”
“Can you check another machine? I have it here with me. What do I need to do?” Mitch stared at the other computer. The screen had gone blank, so he ran a finger over the mouse.
“It’s there in the room with you?” Aaron asked.
“Yes, I can’t see if he has Skype installed.”
“I don’t need it, hang on,” Aaron said, and he was gone again. The laptop next to him never changed like his had.
“How tall is he?” Kreed’s voice startled him.
“Who?” Mitch responded, his eyes back on the picture of Cody. Damn, the guy was hot.
“Computer guy. How come I’ve never seen him before?” Kreed asked.
“You resist technology. That’s my thing in this dynamic duo we have going on, and I totally suck at it. This is who I met in Dallas.” He lifted his smart phone to show Kreed, and to his friend’s credit, he did look at Cody, but his eyes were immediately back on Mitch’s computer screen.