Southern Comfort - Natasha Madison Page 0,73
sit?” I motion for her to sit down, and I sit down next to her. There are five guys around the table all dressed in suits, all with the USA flag pinned to their lapel.
“Olivia,” one of them says. “My name is Special Agent Robinson, and we’ve been watching you for the past six months.”
“What?” she says, and even I’m surprised they would say that.
“Dominic Albano is mixed up with the wrong type of people. He doesn’t know it, but his time is almost out, and the people who he owes are tired of waiting for him.”
“I don’t know what that means,” she says, looking at them. Her hands shake, but I take one of them in my hand, and I have to hold it in both of my hands because it’s cold as ice.
“It means that he owes the mob a lot of money. More money than his ass can cash,” one of the other agents says.
“Is that who is after me? The mob?” she asks, and they all shake their head.
“They want nothing to do with you,” Special Agent Duchene says. “They told him that he made the deal with them, not you.”
“I don’t know what they want.” She looks around the table. “Honestly, I don’t. I have thought and thought, and there is nothing that he told me, nothing that he gave me, nothing.”
“I just got her computer,” Derek says. “It may take me an hour, but I can see if there is anything in there.”
“Please do,” one of the agent says, and Derek gets up and then looks at Olivia.
“Can you come with me so you can see if anything looks unfamiliar to you?” he asks. Olivia gets up and walks out with them, and only when she’s out of earshot do I look back at the table.
“Now that she isn’t here, what aren’t you telling her?” I ask them. “And it’s safe to say that even if you don’t want me to know, we all know that I can find out.”
They share a look, and then Special Agent Duchene takes the lead. “We have to send her in,” he says. “She has to go see Dominic and try to trick him into spilling his guts.”
“No fucking way,” I say, shaking my head. “No fucking way in hell is she going in there.”
“It’s the only way to get rid of him,” the other guy says. “We have the evidence but having him admit it is something else.”
“If she goes in, I go in with her,” I tell them.
“This has nothing to do with you,” one of them says, and I laugh.
“This has everything to do with me.” I stare at them. “Dominic put me in this fight when he sent people to my motherfucking house and had one point a gun at me. He put me in the middle of this when he tried to blow up my fucking farm.”
“You aren’t trained,” one of them starts to say, and I laugh.
“I trained with the SEALS for six months for fun,” I tell them. “I’m going in.” They don’t say anything when Derek comes barging into the room.
“Holy fuck, you guys,” he says, his eyes big and wide. “I think I found what he’s looking for.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Olivia
I watch the screen with all the green numbers, and I wonder what the hell just made Derek jump out of his chair and run out to get Casey. When I walked into the room, and he opened the computer, I tried not to groan when he made fun of my screensaver. Then he showed me what looked like a little icon on another page that I didn’t even know how to get to. When he clicked on it, all these numbers poured onto the screen.
The door opens, and Casey comes running in first, followed by Derek and the agents behind them. He walks over to the screen and sees the numbers. “They are routing codes.”
“That is what I’m thinking also,” Derek says, sitting down and typing other things.
“This looks like the number of an account,” Casey says, and I’m in awe at how he just looked at it and knew what it was. Making me ask myself why he hides this side of him. “This is a Cayman account number.”
“On it.” Derek types it in, and then I hear him say, “Oh my God.”
“What?” I ask him now, my heart pumping. I don’t know how much more I can handle today.
“Did you ever go to the Cayman Islands?” he asks,