UNDERCOVER TWIN by Lena Diaz Read Free Book Online Page B

supposed he’d earned that by letting her sit in jail all weekend and not giving her a chance to explain what had happened.
    “I heard they’re flying out to Key West in the morning,” Rafe said. “They’re going to a hotel by Jacksonville International Airport for tonight.”
    Nick grunted in reply.
    “They’ll arrive at the Key West airport around noon,” Rafe said. “An agent from Miami will meet them there with the kilos and drive Heather to a hotel. I might have even heard a rumor about which hotel they’ll be using.”
    “One of those infamous contacts you brag about, I suppose?”
    “Yep.”
    “I don’t suppose you also know the name of the Miami agent they’ve chosen to go to the bar with Heather?”
    “I might.”
    “That could prove useful.”
    They watched in silence as Heather shook Rickloff’s hand. She and the entire entourage headed across the far side of the squad room toward the exit. Heather didn’t even look Nick’s way.
    “Are you sure you’ve made the right decision?” Rafe asked, stifling a yawn as he, too, watched the group head to the exit.
    “Yep.”
    “If Waverly fires you, I could put in a good word for you at SAPD,” Rafe said. “We have an opening for a meter reader. A washed-up DEA agent might be qualified for that.”
    Nick shoved him.
    Rafe shoved him back.
    Waverly held the door open for Heather, and the small group headed out front. They stood at the curb, apparently waiting for the van from the airport that was heading toward the front of the building from the end of the parking lot.
    “He’s not going to fire me,” Nick said.
    “You sure about that? He seemed pretty ticked that you didn’t go along with Rickloff’s plan. I haven’t seen his face that red since you cleaned him out at poker a few months ago.”
    Nick sighed. “I miss poker nights. I can’t believe you let Darby cancel our poker nights.”
    “Let her? Are you implying the decision wasn’t mine? That she has me wrapped around her finger?”
    “I’m not implying anything. You’re her lapdog. Ruff, ruff.”
    “I’ll pay you back for that.”
    “Looking forward to it.”
    “This is serious. You could lose everything.”
    “Yeah. I know,” Nick said quietly. “But I’m still going through with it.”
    While Heather’s luggage was being loaded, she and her entourage got inside the van. Apparently they were all accompanying her to the airport hotel. Nick supposed that was their way of pretending they were actually protecting her instead of sending her into an impossible situation where the odds of her being hurt, or killed, were enormously high.
    The van slowly took off, as if it had all the time in the world.
    Nick tapped his hand on the top of the desk beside him as he and Rafe watched the van’s slow progression. The van turned the corner and disappeared.
    “Where is it?” Nick demanded, shoving away from the desk. He grabbed his go-bag of clothes and toiletries from where he’d hidden it inside a small office trash can.
    Rafe reached behind him and grabbed a set of keys from out of a folder. “First row.” He tossed the keys to Nick, who was already running toward the exit. Nick caught them midair and ran outside. He heard Rafe running to catch him, but he didn’t wait.
    He sprinted around the corner of the building.
    “Damn it, Nick. Hold up.”
    Nick stopped at the narrow chain-link gate, but only because he didn’t have a key to open it. “Hurry,” he said, as Rafe pulled his key card from his pocket. “It’s a long drive and I’ve got a lot to do before they get there tomorrow.”
    “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying.” The gate buzzed and Rafe pulled it open.
    Nick ran inside, immediately spotting the car Rafe was letting him borrow from the impound lot. He whistled and ran his hands lovingly over the sleek contours of the red Maserati GranTurismo convertible.
    Rafe caught up to him and called him a name that would have given their mother a heart attack,