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So I watch. And yeah, I fantasize a little bit as I remember our hookup in the dirty tunnel. And fantasize about what else I’d love her to do to me. I know it’s not right to gawk at a bouncy assand think about how nice it would be to have it sit on my face. It’s definitely wrong to stare at a pair of long, strong legs and fantasize about how they could easily snap me in half. And it’s terribly wrong to look at that long wig and wonder how many times I could wrap it around my fist.
“What’s going on with you?” Ennis asks.
“Huh?” I snap my gaze back to my brother.
Ennis laughs. “You look like a sleeper agent who’s just been activated.”
Turning my gaze back to the street, I discover she’s gone. My hands are balled into fists at my sides, and every muscle in my body is tight as a drum.
I stalk back to my truck and drive off, running the light that’s now red.
I hope a deputy pulls me over. I truly hope they do, because in my current state, I’m a menace to society and should be locked up.
Chapter Five
Nelly
Carl is not pleased.
When I tore off my wire, either Jake or I must have stepped on it and broken it in the tunnel.
So, I faked an emergency to get escorted off the compound after my shift at the women’s detention center. Then I ditched the cult’s chaperone once we arrived at the hospital and called Carl to pick me up.
“I can’t decide if you’re too cocky or you’re trying to get killed, Carter,” Carl grumbles from the driver’s seat.
My training aside, it was too easy to convince that chaperone not to follow me into the emergency room. “All I had to do was mention irregularly heavy bleeding and pretend to have blinding period cramps,” I tell him. Once inside, I called Carl to pick me up. From there, I put on my disguise and attached myself to a family group as they exited the emergency room. “I thought you’d be impressed.”
He mutters as he pulls up to the only stoplight in this one-horse town. We’re stopped behind a beat-up pickup truck that’s sitting there with the driver’s side door open. My god, I’m not going to miss this place when I’m done with this assignment. The way people behave on the roads is wild.
“You could have just called me and I’d’ve figured out how to get a new wire to you. This is reckless.”
“But I needed to talk to you,” I say. “I have information.”
“Yeah?”
“You know that ranch down the road from the compound?”
Carl lifts an eyebrow and looks at me sideways. “I’m familiar.”
“Well, those guys are building a network of tunnels to get people out.”
He turns to me. “I heard some of that before you, uh, lost your recording device.”
“Right. Well, I think we need to bring those guys into the investigation. They can help us.”
“No,” he says right away.
“We need informants!”
“That’s not how it works, agent. You work your sources from within. You don’t put bystanders in danger.”
“He’s not a bystander. He’s actively working against C.O.C.K.”
“Vigilantes are too unpredictable.”
I should have known he’d react this way. He didn’t become as prestigious as he is by going off-book.
As Carl gets ready to go around the idling truck, I grab his arm as I spot a particular storefront.