Once they were both back in the SUV, Gabe turned to him and shook his head.
“What?”
“You feel better?”
“No, actually.” Adrian answered honestly. “I won’t feel better until we find Jenna and I know she’s okay.”
Staring at him with an assessing glance, the man’s lips almost curved into a ghost of a smile. Almost.
“You really care about her, don’t you?”
Adrian nodded and told the man, “More than you know.”
Chapter 13
“What the fuck?” Adrian took off his ski mask and stared at Amanté Perez.
After leaving their new buddy Slay, Gabe called Nate and asked him to find Perez’s LKA, or last known address. Adrian hadn’t put a lot of stock in finding him, mainly because he assumed the man was smart enough to use an alias.
He wasn’t.
With Nate’s impressive remote hacking abilities, they were able to breach Perez’s residence without incident. Since Adrian’s gun was currently in police custody, along with his rental car, as part of the evidence from the drive-by, Gabe had generously loaned him one, along with the mask.
Did he look ridiculous hobbling in on crutches while wearing scrubs and a ski mask? Sure did. Did Adrian give a flying fuck?
Not a single one.
Within three minutes of their arrival, both men had stormed into the above-average home, armed and ready for answers. Unfortunately for them, it didn’t look as though they’d be getting any.
Not from Amanté, anyway.
“Anything about this seem familiar to you?” Gabe turned to him.
“You mean besides the smell?” Adrian’s stomach turned. He’d never gotten used to the smell of death. Ironic given his past profession.
“One shot to the temple,” he answered Gabe. “Point blank Range.”Just like Ben.
They’d found Perez lying face-first on his bathroom floor wearing nothing but a towel. A large pool of coagulated blood had seeped into the Spanish tiles beneath the man’s head.
He’d clearly been dead a while.
“They took him out before executing Ben.” Gabe turned, his expression hard as he headed for the door. “Someone’s cleaning house.”
The other man was right. Adrian just wished like hell they knewwhowas doing the cleaning. And why.
“This doesn’t make any goddamn sense,” Adrian grumbled as he and Gabe began searching the house for evidence tying Perez to whatever the hell was going on.
Thankfully Gabe had also thought to grab a pair of disposable gloves to avoid leaving any fingerprints.
“No,” Gabe agreed as he took out his phone and tapped the screen. “It sure as hell doesn’t.”
“Who you calling?”
“Nate.” Putting it on speaker, he held the phone between them as they walked through the hallway to the main section of the house.
“Hey, Dawson.” Nate picked up on the second ring. “I was just about to call you.”
“Perez is dead,” Gabe informed his teammate bluntly.