Mr. Perfect (Sinister in Savannah #2) - Aimee Nicole Walker Page 0,49
switch places,” Jonah said. “If you’re parked there too long, people might start to get suspicious.”
“I’m fine,” Avery said. “I’m tucked out of the way.”
“I think Jonah is right,” Rocky said. “It’s better to be safe than—”
“I got activity,” Felix said, cutting him off. “A semitruck pulling one of those double-decker car hauler trailers has pulled up behind the dealership.”
When they’d worked out the ways Spencer could be aiding and abetting the mafia, they had to decide which part of the dealership they’d stake out. Providing transportation to Mercy’s muscle would most likely occur in the showroom with a handshake. Nothing to see here, folks. Just another happy customer. Trafficking would happen in the back.
Rocky had recalled that the auto mall had recently run one of those push-pull-drag promotions. The ones where the dealership promised to give you a couple thousand for all trade-ins, regardless of the car’s condition. It explained why there were so many clunkers in the back lot. Felix figured they were destined for scrap metal, but maybe not. It could be smoke and mirrors for criminal activity.
“Here we go,” Rocky said excitedly.
Felix trained his binoculars on the cab of the semi. After a few minutes, the driver’s door opened, and a familiar-looking man got out. It was the tow truck driver who’d picked up his car. Skeeter? Something like that. Skeet!
Skeet walked around the front of the truck and stopped. Bracing his legs shoulder’s width apart, the greasy man crossed his arms over his barrel chest. Tension and obstinacy radiated off the man’s stiff posture. Due to the placement of the semi, Felix couldn’t see who Skeet had squared off against. After a few moments, two figures emerged from in front of the cab.
“I’ll be damned,” Felix whispered.
“What?” Jonah, Rocky, and Avery asked at once.
“The truck driver is the same asshole who picked up my Fusion. And he’s currently having a conversation with Veronica, who’s Spencer’s personal assistant, and the rough guy Rocky and I saw at the club with Mercy on Friday.”
His video footage from the club would never be admissible in court. Even if it were, Rocky had ducked down in his seat to keep from getting spotted, and the audio capabilities of the glasses weren’t as high-tech as the video. When setting up their stakeout, they had relied on what Rocky overheard, which was only enough to know that something was going down tonight.
“Not necessarily,” Jonah cautioned. “It depends how long she’s worked for him and her access to Spencer’s schedule, computer, and several other variables. We still need to catch them doing something illegal.”
Felix watched the trio through the binoculars. While Veronica and Skeet looked tense and hostile during their brief exchange, Mercy’s goon seemed relaxed and at ease. Veronica must’ve landed a verbal blow because Skeet lunged toward her. Rough Guy darted between them, facing off against Skeet. The unflappable woman held her ground and smirked at the big, greasy ape trying to get past Rough Guy. She’d wanted to get under Skeet’s skin and had succeeded. Score one for the lady.
“What’s happening now?” Jonah asked.
“Rough Guy stepped between Veronica and Skeet. Now he’s pointing to clunkers in the parking lot. Looks like he’s telling Skeet to load them up on the hauler.”
“We’ll know soon if our suspicions are correct,” Rocky said.
“We’ll know half of the facts,” Felix countered. “We’ll know cars from Spencer’s lot are going on cargo ships. We won’t know if they’re trafficking anything illegal unless we get to look inside them.”
“Don’t take stupid risks, Felix,” Jonah cautioned.
“Me?” Felix asked.
“Oh God,” Jonah, Rocky, and Avery groaned at once.
It was dark by the time Skeet loaded up the vehicles and climbed inside his cab.
“Here we go,” Felix said as Skeet drove off.
“Don’t tail him too close,” Jonah said.
“Yes, Dad,” Felix said.
Adrenaline pumped through him until he was nearly twitchy from it. He knew Jonah was right. Traffic wasn’t as heavy this time of night, and Skeet might get suspicious if a van pulled out of Billy Rae’s parking lot hours after the business had closed. From his vantage point, Felix could see which direction Skeet took and gave the guy a decent lead before shifting his van in drive.
Felix caught sight of the semi as soon as he merged onto the highway. Confident of Skeet’s destination, Felix kept a minimum of three cars between them. “We’re coming at you, Velma,” Felix said, backing off to put more distance between him and the semi.