of what was going on now, which was why he and Beck had jumped into his car and driven to the house in Manhattan Beach that David called home. He couldn't wait to put the poker game into play tomorrow night. Things were moving too fast. He needed to get to David now.
The home was a small, one-story structure several blocks from the beach. The deed was in Sylvia's name. She'd gotten her son a job and a place to live, and yet David had exhibited extreme animosity toward her. Hopefully, that animosity would help Jax turn him.
He parked the car across the street and grabbed the envelope that Caitlyn had given him earlier. With silent accord, he and Beck got their weapons out and moved toward the home. It was almost midnight, but there were lights on in the house. There was also loud music playing. That could be a good cover, but it could also be an indicator that David wasn't alone. They needed to be ready for anything.
While Beck took up position on the other side of the door, Jax rang the bell. The door opened a moment later. David appeared, wearing nothing but shorts, his eyes red and blurry.
"Jax, what are you doing here?" David asked in surprise.
"We need to talk." He pushed David back into his house, pulling out his gun.
David immediately tried to bolt.
He grabbed him by the arm and shoved him up against the wall. "You're not going anywhere, understand?"
"What the fuck is going on?" David demanded.
"Is anyone else here?"
"No."
Beck went into the bedroom and came out a moment later, giving Jax a confirming nod. Beck's weapon was now also trained on David.
"Who are you guys?" David asked, fear running through his eyes.
"FBI. You're in big trouble, David."
"No way. You're a fed?" he asked in astonishment. "I haven't done anything."
"We both know that's not true." He grabbed him by the arm again and shoved him toward the couch. "Sit down."
David stumbled onto the couch. "What do you want from me?"
"Everything."
"I'm not talking to you."
"I think you will." He opened the envelope and spread the photos on the coffee table in front of him. "It looks like you're an FBI informant, David."
David stared at the photos in confusion. "That's not me. I didn't go to the FBI office. I don't know who that guy is."
"That guy is Damon Wolfe. He's the top FBI agent in LA. Bozic will know who he is. He's already suspicious of you after you blackmailed Jagger."
"I didn't do that, either." Awareness suddenly entered David's eyes. "You did it. It's all you."
"No one will believe that, David. They've never trusted you, have they? They only tolerated you because your mother insisted. Now, they will have plenty of reasons to get rid of you, just like they got rid of Yuri. That's right, David. I knew Yuri. He was in my car when he died from poison. Bozic had Yuri killed, and you'll end up exactly the same way, unless you make a different choice."
"If I talk, he'll kill me."
"I can protect you."
"Why didn't you protect Yuri?"
"He hadn't given us anything yet," he said coldly. "You will." Seeing the cowardice and resignation in David's eyes, he knew he was right.
"If I tell you anything, I want immunity. I want it in writing."
"You're not in a position to make demands. But if you give us the right information, things will go a lot easier for you."
David licked his lips. "I need a cigarette."
"Don't move. Talk. What's the game? Why do you take certain cars into the garage?"
"If you don't know that, you don't know anything."
"I know your grandfather, Edward Coleman, is a Russian spy."
"No one can prove that."
"I can prove it. Start talking, David. You have five minutes to try to save yourself. Or you'll go down with everyone else. I don't think you'll like prison."
David hesitated. "Bozic will kill me if I snitch."
"If you don't talk, he'll kill you based on the information I'll make sure he gets."
After weighing that fact, David finally said, "The cars are spies. They're outfitted with audio and video. The information gathered is used to blackmail the owner into providing intelligence."
It was actually a brilliant plan. They'd used technology to bring the spy game to an even more advanced level. "Who's in charge?"
"Bozic runs the cars, but he reports to Alexander Dimitrov."
"Dimitrov is running the operation?"
"Yes. Victoria is involved, too. She provides disinformation on social media. She has a bunch of influencers working with her."