Free Hostile Home Front [Black Ops Brotherhood 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Bella Juarez Page A

fries and a Coke. They found him some clothes and he quickly changed in the car. They turned and headed for Victoria. He was on his man’s phone as they reached the city limits of Beaumont.
     
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    Lieutenant Gamez was a little pissed at having to come in on a Sunday. Rock had called him and told him to trace everything on a Maximillo Guzman, a small-time hood from somewhere south of San Antonio. As he sat and listened, he yawned. He was having a hard time getting adjusted to Texas time from California time. He had only been at Randolph for two weeks.
    There had been no unusual traffic other than a few drug deals. For the last couple of hours there had been no phone calls at all. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. What he wouldn’t have given to be in his bed right now in the middle of his second dream with J. Lo shaking that fine ass all over him. Lieutenant Gamez was almost asleep when the trace kicked in again. The conversation he was hearing sent him upright.
    What the fuck?
    Someone else had made a call, and his equipment instantly recorded the conversations as they were being held. Gamez sat staring at the device for almost thirty minutes. The call ended and he flew out of his seat, racing down the hall. He rushed into the Captain O’Malley’s office. Mac and Rock were sitting around a conference table.
    “Captain, Master Chief. I think you better come listen to this.”
     
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    “Are you sure?” Gavin asked.
    “Yes, I’m sure,” Mac said.
    “Badass, you really need to watch your step with this one,” Rock said.
    Rock and Mac had him on a speakerphone in Rock’s office. Rivera had been in contact with Esteban Ramirez-Merles as soon as he had left the city limits.
    “You need to find out what fucking money they’re taking about. One billion dollars is a lot of damn money. And , you need to find out who they’re getting to launder that money,” Rock demanded.
    “Okay. Anything else, Rock?” Gavin asked. “You only want me to take down an international money-laundering operation, terrorists, and a small-time drug dealer. You want that fucking gift wrapped, too? Who the fuck do you think I am, Superman?” Gavin snapped.
    “No sweat,” Mac chimed in.
    “Are you planning on helping a little now?” Gavin asked.
    “If that’s what it takes because I want Ramirez-Merles. That little bastard knows a lot more than we thought he did. I’ll talk to Dixie. I’ll figure something out,” Rock said.
    Gavin ended the call with Rock and Mac and stayed behind his boys. Obviously there was something bigger going on here. He called Jimmy and had him start the surveillance schedule. Rivera was moving a lot faster than he had anticipated. Jimmy confirmed and said he would call back. About forty-five minutes outside of Victoria, Jimmy called back.
    “It’s set up, boss. First shift should be in place in about thirty minutes. Where are you?”
    “Taking a Sunday drive. I’ll be at the station in about thirty minutes.”
    “How did you know Rivera was getting outta jail? I thought that wasn’t happening for another couple of days,” Jimmy said.
    “I got friends in low places. Just make sure that team is in place. I’ll see you when I get there,” Gavin said.
    Gavin ended the call and watched Rivera’s vehicle reach the city limits of Victoria. He was expecting him to turn off at the south side of Victoria. Instead, they kept going. They kept driving until they reached the city limits of Corpus Christi. He was glad he had fueled up while they were at Walmart. They had managed to travel five hours. He watched as they pulled up to a house on the outskirts of the city.
    Rivera’s man waited as Rivera walked up to the front door and was admitted inside. Gavin jotted down the address. From his vantage point he quickly snapped a picture of the man who opened the door. Within an hour, Rivera walked out and returned to his vehicle and left. He watched as they turned and followed at a