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W rinkling my nose when I take a drink of coffee, I spare a glance at the mug, the offending taste of decaf on my tongue.

Fucking Tennant. At this point, pure determination and willpower are what’s keeping me awake and focused, but the coffee gives me something to do while I'm deep in my own world. That he’s switching it out means he’s close to dragging me from the office, which cannot happen. Not this time.

The past two days have been spent doing non-stop research into every single tenant of the apartment building we were led to.

Most are dead-ends, but there have been a few anomalies that we’ve been taking a closer look at…

Such as the cops who seem to have moved into one section of units, all within the same two month span.

I understand maybe wanting to save money if you’re a single officer and don’t need an entire house to yourself, but four of them, who just happened to move in during the same timeframe?

And ended up as neighbors? Highly unlikely.

Especially in a place so…lax in their security.

Hell, they don’t even have cameras set up.

We’ve had to utilize spies to slip in and set up our own surveillance, which is risky as all hell.

Then there’s the matter of the people who may or may not be feds.

Without names, it’s hard to be sure, and the facial recognition programs, H happily gave us access to, haven’t been able to find them in any system.

Either their agencies buried their identities too fucking well this time—even from H and his connections—or they’re fakes, and are using the federal card to do whatever they want.

I’m willing to bet it's a mix of the two, simply because too much doesn’t make sense.

Reaching for the mug of grossness again, I pause with it halfway to my mouth, as my computer beeps with my favorite sound—we got a hit.

Pulling up the screens needed, I raise a brow as the image of Agent Tom Court, the fed who “interviewed” Antonio after the Martelli whorehouse raid, pops up.

That is the last face I expected to see.

We knew he was dirty, but catching him all but red-handed, at some already suspected shady cops’ place, is pretty much a waving red flag.

My fingers fly over the keys as I make a call. I try once more to dive into Agent Court’s file, and at least this time, Leandro has already paved the way, following his first attempt at gathering information on our friend Tom.

“Sir?” The call is picked up, and the hushed voice of my spy comes over the line.

“Follow the agent that just went into Apartment 4B,” I order. “You know the drill.”

“Just follow, sir?”

Instinct has me saying, “No. If you get the opportunity, or feel as though you’re losing him, then I want you to capture him. Call in whoever you need to for help.”

He laughs. “I’d prefer to have the Martelli Ghost with me. We all know his reputation, but I’ll make some calls.”

“Happy hunting.” The line clicks off, and I don’t hesitate to put in another call.

The groan I get when this one is picked up has me grinning. “Tennant is going to kill us both,” Leandro bitches.

“Let me worry about that. I found something, get down here.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out, before hanging up.

Placing one more call to someone I really don’t want to, I set the wheels of destruction in motion.

Looking at the uninspired agency photo of Agent Court, I let a smile play over my lips.

Don’t you know not to put all your eggs in one basket, Agent?

That’s how mistakes are made. And how people like me find what you don’t want found…

“ D id you see this?” Leandro asks.

“See what? I’ve seen a lot of things over the last few days.”

“The owner of the apartment complex doesn’t exist.”

“What?” I piggyback off his screen, scanning the same information he has. “Well, shit . How’d we miss that the first time around?”

“We weren’t looking. The shell corporations that the name is built under are set up pretty legit. Unless you have reason to look again, you’re not going to find it.”

“Have any idea where the end of the shell corporations lead? Or is it not worth our time?”

Leandro cackles, a hollow, harrowing sound that would make the hair on the back of anyone else’s neck stand up. “Oh no, they’re good, but not that good. Once I unraveled one thread, I was able to make the rest my bitch. Check it out. Buried under three other aliases…”

My screen flashes, and the name I’m really getting sick and tired of seeing pops up on my screen. “Agent Court, even if you’re not directly linked to the Bosses, you’re still going on the shitlist,” I mutter. “Simply because I hate seeing your face.”

Leandro snorts. Ignoring him, I go down the list of aliases and stop at one in particular—it looks familiar, but in a not good way. “Do we have checks running for properties owned by these names?” I ask.

“Duh, the first is a dead-end, but the second…”

He shares another screen with me and I curse. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. They’ve been planning this fora lot longer than we were told.”

The property listed under Agent Court’s alias is one we were looking at purchasing close to a year ago now.

Tennant and Roman both liked it for another stash house, as this one is closer to the city than the last few we’ve acquired.

We were outbid, despite the amount of money Cristian and Jude threw at them.

Apart from the closeness to the city, and a few of our other warehouses, the property wasn’t worth the amount we would have had to pay, had we tried to buy the other guy out.

I bring up Roman’s number, but before I can hit call, my phone rings. Anticipation churns in me as I answer.

“I got him. You owe me so many favors for this.”

I smile. “Name your price, you know I’m good for it. Where is he?”

“Just entered some warehouse on the east side. Not what I was expecting, especially since he’s been running around the city all fucking day before this, but if anything screams ‘I’m doing shady things’, it’s this place.

” To double check, I rattle off the address and he laughs.

“I do miss working with you, Hollis. Yep, that’s the place. What do you want me to do?”

“Stay put. Call immediately if something happens. You know the drill.”

“Sure do, I’ll be in touch.”

Before he can hang up, I say, “Thanks, Molly.”

“Anything for you, Hollis. Speak soon.”

The call ends, and I grab my phone and tablet off the desk. “Let’s go.”

Leandro sighs, because he’s been trying to stay out of the way as much as possible.

The influx of Martellis is making him more antisocial than normal, but this is an all hands on deck situation, so he only grumbles a little as we leave our office for Roman’s.

Fuck calling, this just might be the break we need, which means there’s no time to waste.

It’s time to get our Bosses back and end this.