The room they entered was a courtroom, except there was no judge sitting on the bench, only four suited men waiting for them in the front of the courtroom.
“Please, take a seat and keep a safe distance apart.” An older agent directed them to the seats in the front row.
“I made my clients available at the FBI’s request, despite no advance warning. Since you’re now playing games, we’re leaving.” Diamond firmly blocked the men from going down the aisle.
The older man, who must have been the lead agent, spoke up. “I’m sorry for the wait. Unfortunately, it was unavoidable. We were waiting for two more people to arrive. I was just notified that they arrived at the airport and will be with us in the next five minutes. The FBI appreciates your cooperation.”
As he finished speaking, the doors behind them opened again.
Reaper turned to see Sex Piston, T.A., and Dalton come inside, looking just as surprised to find them there as they were.
“What are you doing here? You get lost paying a ticket? This is a private meeting,” Diamond snapped at Sex Piston as they came farther into the room.
“I don’t know why the fuck I’m here, and neither does T.A. or Dalton. We were dragged here an hour ago,” Sex Piston argued back.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Diamond asked, her eyes on the group of men waiting for them at the front of the courtroom.
“I fucking tried!” Sex Piston yelled at her sister.
“Ladies, if you take your seats, we will be ready to get started as soon as those we’ve been waiting for have arrived.”
Ignoring the agent’s directive to keep a distance, Knox and Diamond sat together, as well as Sex Piston, T.A., and Dalton.
When the agent asked them to move apart, Sex Piston opened her mouth. “Mind your own fucking business, and I’ll mind mine. I’ve had my temperature taken by three people today—I’m good. How many fucking times has yours been checked today?”
The agent was saved from the opening of the door.
Turning around, Reaper was shocked by who came through the door.
Shade, Jonas, and Shade’s father, Will.
This shit went deeper and deeper.
Reaper didn’t know why they were there, and from Viper’s and Knox’s expressions, they didn’t know either.
“Gentlemen, if you have a seat, we can begin.”
The new arrivals sat down in the row behind them. From the expressions on Will’s and Jonas’s faces, unlike the others, they knew what was going on.
“Do you know what this is about?” Reaper heard Viper ask Shade.
Shade shook his head. “Dad called me five minutes ago and told me to get here quickly.”
The lead agent held his hand. “I’m sorry about the delay. Now that everyone’s here, I can explain.”
Out of the corner his eye, Reaper saw T.A.’s color had paled and she was shaking. Dalton had placed an arm around T.A.’s shoulders. Sex Piston looked shaken, too.
The lead agent came forward. “I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Special Agent Corey. I want to explain why the FBI is here and—”
“Then fucking explain already,” Sex Piston yelled out.
“Very well. Mr. James, the FBI case on the death of Last Rider member, Memphis Mills, has been dropped. The file has been sealed and closed. The video provided to us of the alleged crime was inadvertently destroyed.” The agent handed him a folder. “Within that folder, you will find a document stating that no charges will be filed or ever will be in connection with Mr. Mills or the witnesses that provided the information.”
“Why has the State decided to be so forgiving? Not that my client is guilty in the first place,” Diamond asked.
“If you allow me to continue, all your questions will be answered.”
Agent Corey moved to Reaper. “Mr. James, this is the approval for the vaccine trail ParmFYOU was seeking consent to begin. The government extends its apologies in the delays from the company and will ensure ParmFYOU gets the highest priority available. We have also begun an investigation into the disappearance of the lab technician and will keep both you and her boss apprised of the situation.
“Furthermore, our agency will no longer offer the man who kidnapped you federal protection. He willfully disappeared, and so the FBI is no longer interested in his location. If, for some reason, he does show up deceased, we are aware of the criminal elements he associated with and will look there if the need arises.”
The agent moved to stand in front of T.A. to open the second folder, taking out two envelopes. “Mrs. Andrews.”