“Hold on. Yes. He has two men with him.”
I found a closet and hid inside, listening to Carson and his two men talk when they stepped inside.
“You better find out what the fuck happened last night,” he shouted at his men. “Elias Dimitri screwed me over, and he will pay. I want answers now!” he shouted.
“Did you call Elias?” one of his men asked.
“Excuse me? Of course, I called him,” he shouted. “He’s not answering, that fucking little snake.” His phone rang. “This is Elias. Leave me,” he told his men.
The two men left the room as I quietly watched through the crack of the door.
“You’re a dead man, Elias,” Carson spoke through gritted teeth. “What the hell is a judicator, and how did this person know about the shipment?”
As he was ranting and raving, I carefully stepped out of the closet and hit him on the back of the head with my gun. He went down instantly. The thud of his body hitting the floor caught theattention of the two men who were with him. They ran into the room, saw me, and pulled their guns.
“Who the hell are you?” The bigger guy with the long blonde hair asked.
“Your worst nightmare.”
In one swoop, I kicked the guns out of their hands and knocked them out. Grabbing a chair from the kitchen, I lifted Carson’s body onto it and zip-tied his hands and feet. While he was still knocked out, I found his study. On the far wall were framed photos of Dewberry shaking hands with politicians, smiling while cutting ribbons for children’s hospitals. Opposite the wall was a desk with a stack of folders, each labeled with a first name and age, and photos paper-clipped to the front.
“Gabriel, I need you to hack into his computer.”
“Working on it. I’m in.”
I woke his computer screen to find an open email.
Carson,
The shipment will arrive tomorrow night. Your packages will be delivered at 7 a.m., and I expect the remaining payment to be made in full. It was a pleasure doing business with you. If you need anything else, you know how to reach me.
~E
I heard Carson waking from the other room.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked, trying to get out of his restraints. “You have no idea what you’ve done, lady.”
“I know exactly what I’ve done, and you’re going away for life.” My gun was pointed at him. “You think because you have loads of money, the laws of this country don’t apply to you? Well, I’m here to let you know they do.”
“You’ll never get away with this. Where are my men?”
“Taking a little nap.” I smiled. “Where is Elias? I know you were the one who bought his little shipment I shut down last night.”
“I don’t know where Elias is. We only communicate through email and burner phones.”
“Bullshit. Tell me where he is now!” I shouted.
“I have no clue!”
I fired my gun, the bullet hitting his knee.
“FUCK!” he screamed.
“If you don’t tell me, the other knee is getting one too.” I pointed my gun at his opposite leg.
“I never met him! I have no idea where he is! I swear to God, I don’t know!”
“What were you going to do with those kids you bought? Traffic them to the highest bidder, you sick fuck?”