over the contractual line with Tessa—no matter how badly he’d ached to. So why were they crawling up his ass first thing on a Monday morning?
He planted himself in a chair in the middle of the room. “What’s up?”
“We have a problem.”
To be honest, they had a lot of problems. Cutter and One-Mile were at each other’s throats constantly. Rumors were flying that the sniper had gotten the Boy Scout’s girlfriend pregnant. The insults they kept slinging around the office were ugly enough for Zy to believe it. It wasn’t his problem, but the bosses had called him in here, so they obviously thought he had a solution to at least one of their issues.
“And you need my help?”
“Yeah.” Hunter nodded, pacing and looking serious as a motherfucker. “There have been some new developments over the weekend.”
“What he’s trying to say is we’ve had this shitty situation that’s been confusing, but now we have more light on it, and it’s clearly beyond fucked up.”
“Exactly.” Joaquin’s seldom-used voice sounded like a growl.
Zy sat up straighter in his chair. “What’s going on?”
“My brothers and I spent Sunday together looking at the chain of events this year relating to Valeria Montilla and all our missions to Mexico.”
“You still think we have a mole?”
Logan shook his head. “Now we know it.”
Dread started gnawing at Zy’s belly. If they wanted to tell him this shit, there could only be one reason. “It’s not Trees.”
“Shut and listen before you say anything else,” Hunter snapped.
Zy clenched his teeth.
“We had that failed mission back in March, remember? You said at the time it felt like they knew you were coming.”
“Yeah. But if Trees tried to set us up, why did he abort at the last minute?”
Logan shrugged. “I don’t know. But what I do know is that someone somewhere told Montilla exactly when, where, and how we were coming in.”
Zy couldn’t argue with that, so he didn’t. “Okay.”
“Then One-Mile and your bestie took that trip to Mexico in August that went to shit before it even started. And Walker got taken while Trees walked away with hardly a scratch.”
“He explained that.”
“Yeah.” Hunter raised a brow. “He had a story and everything.”
One they didn’t necessarily believe.
“We’ve been watching your buddy closely, waiting to see what else materialized. But September rolled around, and we got the info that allowed us to go in and rescue One-Mile. Everything went off perfectly. It couldn’t have worked out better if we’d drawn a fucking picture.”
“Exactly,” Logan jumped in again. “And remember who wasn’t on that mission because of truck-stop sushi?”
“That’s a damn coincidence.”
“Is it?” Hunter asked. “It looked fishy”—he smirked at his own pun—“but we were willing to believe it was possible his absence had nothing to do with our success.”
“Until this past weekend.” Logan sent him an acidic smile that said the SOB had the proof they’d been looking for.
Zy wracked his brains for something that had gone down the past two days. “What happened?”
“We sent Walker on an errand for us week before last.”
They had. Zy didn’t know much about it. The bosses had been pretty hush-hush, and he hadn’t cared enough to be nosy. “And?”
“Recently, Emilo Montilla was spotted just a couple of miles from his estranged wife’s safe house.”
Zy leaned in. “He came onto US soil?”
Logan nodded. “Alone. To find his wife and son. How could he possibly have known to look in St. Louis?”
Suddenly, Zy remembered a snippet of news he’d caught over the weekend. “Did he have anything to do with the five dead cops at that precinct in St. Louis?”
“Bingo. Someone get the guy a prize.”
“Shelve the sarcasm,” Hunter demanded. “It doesn’t help.”
“Fuck you.” Logan scowled at his older brother.
“The only ones getting fucked right now are us if we can’t get it together,” Joaquin snapped. “Finish your damn explanation.”
“Fine.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “Walker moved Valeria, her son, and her sister, Laila, to a new safe house in another state. He was supposed to stay with them for a week and ensure they weren’t followed. But you know Walker…”
They all did. He had a big mouth and really piss-poor listening skills, especially when it came to authority figures. “He didn’t stay a week?”
“Not even close. He decided he’d rather bait Montilla, so he hauled ass back to St. Louis and set a trap. He already knew we suspect we have a mole in this office, so he took it upon himself to kill two birds with one stone.”
“How?” Zy knew the sniper