Cheating Justice (The Justice Team) by Misty Evans, Adrienne Giordano Read Free Book Online Page A

address. Three turns later, she drove past their target, a small white cottage with shrubs lining the house. On the porch hung a swing with bright red floral pillows.
    In the driveway was a minivan. The ultimate Mom-mobile and about as opposite as one could get from a jacked up truck.
    “Not looking too good,” Mitch said.
    Caroline laughed. “Excellent observation skills.”
    “According to Teeg, the other address is only ten minutes from here. Should we check that one out, and if it’s a bust come back?”
    Resting her forehead against the steering wheel, she mulled it over. If they went to the door and someone other than Brice answered—assuming this was his house—they’d lose all element of surprise. And considering she didn’t see his truck, she wasn’t feeling the love for this location.
    Decision made, she sat up. “Yep. Let’s see what the other place looks like. Then we’ll know if we’ve wasted our time.”
    And, where Mitch was concerned, every last ounce of her emotional reserves.

    Red truck. Lift kit. Kiss my rebel ass bumper sticker. Check, check, and check. “Bingo,” Mitch said. “We found Brennan.”
    Caroline parked at the curb behind the truck and they scanned the house. Raised ranch. Dark curtains. Peeling paint. Overgrown bushes lined the steps to the front porch, and the sidewalk was cracked. Real inviting.
    “I’ll knock.” Carline shut off her boring POS car. “You stay here.”
    “Hell with that. I’ll knock and you stay here.”
    “A man wanted for murder showing up on your doorstep tends to freak people out, idiot. He’ll never talk to you. Probably won’t even open the door.”
    “He’s ex-ATF. You think a Bureau agent won’t scare him out the back door?”
    “He doesn’t know I’m FBI. You, on the other hand, have your mug on every news station and website in the tri-state area.”
    “You scream FBI , Caroline. The conservative clothes, the ponytail.” He opened the car door and hauled out. “I’m going in.”
    Caroline, of course, jumped out on her side and slammed the door. “I’m going with you. You’re not exactly dressed for it, but we’ll pretend we’re holy rollers. You could use a little of that in your life.”
    Just like the old days . She never could sit still. Had to be the one to drive. Had to be the one to call the shots. “Ever get tired of overcompensating?”
    She tucked her classic navy blue jacket tighter to her body. A body he had memorized that single night he’d had her all to himself. A body he dreamed about having again. Like that will ever happen . “Overcompensating for what?”
    “Being female. Being…I don’t know. You don’t have to control every fucking situation.”
    “When it comes to you, I do.” They climbed the steps. “Just because you project carefree and laid back, doesn’t mean you don’t have control issues.”
    Mitch rolled his eyes and hit the doorbell. Stupid thing was broken. He banged on the door. “Do me a solid and at least try to act like you don’t have a cob up your ass.”
    “A six-foot-two one?”
    Deserved, for sure, but still he laughed. He’d missed this. Missed her.
    The door cracked open an inch. A male said, “Yeah?”
    “Hey, man.” Mitch motioned with his thumb. He wasn’t about to do the holy-roller act. “Nice ride. That your truck?”
    A weighted pause. “What’s it to you?”
    “A buddy of mine told me about that truck. Said you’d done some sweet add-ons. Wondered if you’d share your garage contacts.” Mitch pointed to the street and the god-awful car. “I need a new ride in the worst way.”
    The door eased open enough for the guy to look past Mitch. He spotted Caroline, lingered for half a second— shit, we’re blown —then traveled to the ride in question. “Look, man, I don’t know what you’re selling, but…”
    His attention came back to Mitch’s face, then his eyes widened. “Wait, don’t I know you?”
    Play it cool . Mitch held out a hand.