Free Unfinished Hero 03 Raid by Kristen Ashley Page B

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     fucking, eleven month operation.
    “This lead’s dead,” Creed declared , and Raid looked back at him. “They got both that Bodhi kid and his girl in custody.
     May luck out and they’ll flip for the police , but this guy pullin’ the strings, doubt those two goofballs got the breadcrumbs to
     lay that trail so they’ll probably only give the cops shit we already got.”
    None of this was wrong.
    Creed kept going, “Headin’ back down to Phoenix. Sylvie’s already pissed I’ve been
     up here this long. Says I need to haul my ass back to the valley and play Daddy to
     Jesse , and next time it’s her turn to try and track down drug supplying whackjobs.”
    Tucker Creed had been coming up, on and off, a day here, a week there when things
     got hot, for the last eleven months.
    Whenever it got hot it eventually fizzled out , so he went home to his family.
    Raid had met Creed’s wife once. She was a relatively new wife, a new mom , but like her husband, she was a seasoned private investigator and ass kicker.
    She was the ballsiest bitch he’d ever met in his life.
    He’d liked her immediately.
    Sylvie Creed had a baby boy named Jesse who she didn’t like leaving , but she also didn’t like her husband leaving. Further, they strangely, considering
     both of them were badass, consummate professionals and skilled, really hated being
     apart in a way you could almost taste how much they hated it.
    Therefore, the longer this operation went, the more trips Creed took north, the more
     impatient Sylvie became.
    And she was getting antsy down in Phoenix looking after a kid when she’d prefer to
     be in Colorado cracking heads with her husband , and she wasn’t all fired up about the fact that Creed got to have all the fun.
    “You gonna call this shit in to Knight or you want me to do it?” Raid asked.
    “You do it,” Creed answered , then his lips twitched. “You gonna wait until tomorrow to lay into your new babe
     for jacking up our action or are you headin’ there now?”
    “She overheard me talkin’. We didn’t say much. She has no clue about the operation.”
    Creed smiled. “So you gonna wait until tomorrow to lay your new babe or are you headin’
     there now?”
    Oh, he was heading there now.
    It was fucking uncool she overheard him, came to the table, lied her ass off then
     pulled that tease shit at her house — whatever the fuck that was about — and called the Sherriff.
    He had no idea what was in her head.
    He was fucking going to find out.
    Then he was going to drag her ass to her bedroom, which he hoped to God was as appealing
     as the porch and foyer of her house, and then “lay his new babe”.
    Thoroughly.
    She deserved a spanking for this shit.
    But they were new. He had to break her into that.
    Raid didn’t answer Creed’s question.
    Instead, he asked, “You headin’ to DIA now?”
    “Hotel, book a flight, then I’m out.”
    “I’ll call it in to Knight , then I’m goin’ to Hanna’s. I’ll update you if we get a new lead and we need you or
     Sylvie to come back up. Though, advice . I’d throw your wife a bone. Knight says she’s threatening , we don’t find this asshole , then she’s gonna come up and do it on her own so she can stop livin’ the life of
     a woman without her baby daddy.”
    “Right,” Creed grunted, his lips curved up.
    “Later,” Raid said.
    “Later,” Creed replied.
    Raid threw open the door and knifed out. He walked the three blocks to his Jeep, swung
     in and headed to Hanna’s house.
    He did this trying to control his temper , and insanely, he did that by thinking about Hanna.
    And he did this because, for weeks, he couldn’t get her out of his head.
    And this was because, over the last week and a half, he’d come to understand Hanna
     Boudreaux was his reward.
    He’d thought it the second he saw her in front of Bodhi’s bike shop, looking adorable , jumping around on those long, tanned legs, clapping and crying out excitedly