Shelby - Mandy Harbin Page 0,65
and closed the case. Viola is the one wearing yellow. The one next to her is—”
“I can see who it is,” he said, cutting off the man as he continued to stare at the photograph.
Shelby. She was standing with her arm around a man who was faced away from the camera talking to somebody. She was smiling at Viola. They were all wearing gear emblazoned with FBI—hats, jackets, shirts. They were not hiding the fact they were all agents.
And Shelby was one of them. An FBI agent.
She had lied to him. Fucking played him.
“Yeah, well, I brought you the photographs so you would believe me when I told you Viola and I were at the club last night because it was part of her assignment. She didn’t give me any details, but since Shelby is involved with you, I suspect they’re investigating something you’re involved in.
Oh, this just got fucking better.
“Mr. Showalter, I am so sorry to intrude again, but Amber called and said Mr. Baxter is on his way down,” his assistant said.
“Thank you, Katie,” he said numbly. When he leveled his stare on Dave, it took all he had not to kill the messenger. “You got your money. There’s an extra ten grand in it if you keep this to yourself. You tell no one that you came to me or that you know what Shelby does for a living. I mean no one. You’re going to walk out of here, tell my assistant how nice I am to donate to your cause, and you forget this conversation ever happened. If I find out you ratted out Shelby or your wife to anybody else, your bookie will be the least of your problems. Am I clear?”
“Crystal,” the man said nervously.
“Get out.”
He picked up the phone and gave Katie her instructions. Then he grabbed his other cell phone and those photos before marching right past Katie and Dave.
“Um, Mr. Baxter is on his way,” she said, scrambling to stop his retreat.
He turned to face her. “Cancel my meetings this afternoon. Let Mr. Baxter know something has come up that needs my immediate attention. He’ll understand.”
He’d assume it had something to do with the Culpepper Fund, but it would buy Mason some time. As soon as he was out of the building and in his car, he hit the number of his own connection.
“Looks like William Baxter has already taken steps to fix the mess he made for you. See, told you you had nothing to worry about.”
Fuck William. He didn’t give a shit about him right now. He peeled out of the parking lot, no idea where he was going, but knowing he had to get away. “Find out everything you can about Shelby Landry.” An agent. A goddamn FBI agent who was working him. And to think he’d fallen in love with her. He suppressed a roar. His heart was doing it already.
After several seconds of silence, the man asked, “Why?”
“Because I fucking said so! I want to know everything, and mean every-fucking-thing. I don’t care how long it takes or if you have to stop working on William to do it. This is priority number one. I want to know all there is to know about her.”
He sighed. “I won’t have to stop working on anything to tell you about her. I already know all there is to know.”
“Just what the hell does that mean, Parker?”
“Mason, you came to us because you found illegal activity and suspected William Baxter as the cause behind it. The SEC doesn’t have the ability to conduct a full-on investigation like this, not when we realized the scope. We had to get help. She’s one of the FBI agents assisting with the investigation, but I don’t know the details of her involvement. She’s a linguistics expert. I assume she’s going over the foreign documentation to ensure it meshes with what Fieldstein and Baxter is reporting in the U.S.”
His contact had assumed wrong.
It was clear to Mason just what her assignment had been.
“Mason, why are you asking about Landry? Fuck, is William on to the investigation? Talk to me, man. If she or any of her team’s been made, I need to report it.”
He gritted his teeth as he thought quickly. Mason had his secrets. Secrets he’d kept from Shelby, but the difference was he hadn’t known his secrets had involved her. She’d been the one to break his trust, lie to him, play him for the fool. If they’d kept her real