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the bar?” Lance’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “Personal or business?”
    He scowled. “Business.”
    “Just checking,” Lance mumbled, staring at the screen. “No one by the name of Rocki, with an I or Y , who has gone through the academy in the last ten years, is listed on the roster. I don’t think she’s older than thirty—”
    “Twenty-eight,” Tony said.
    “Doesn’t matter, I can’t pull info out of my ass by age, but I’ve found a Rachel, Regina, Rochelle, and, bingo, a Raquel. Let me pull her up.” Lance clicked the mouse. He pushed off the desk, and rolled his chair toward Tony. “Skip the deets, I want a picture.”
    Tony’s hands suspended above the keys. “Bro…”
    “Just do it.”
    An official photograph popped on screen. All Rocki’s glorious, black hair pulled into a severe bun, her blue uniform buttoned to the neck, and a gold badge over her left pocket. He cussed under his breath. She was in deep shit.
    “Call the rest of the guys in. We’ve got trouble.” He stepped back to his desk and picked up the phone. He punched in the number for the direct line to Gino Marcelli’s desk at the county office, located in the police academy’s building.
    “Marcelli,” the voice on the phone said.
    “Weston of Beaumont Body Shop and Agency here. You’ve got a problem.” He sat and scrolled through the information Lance pulled up. “I need to know if Detective Bangli is working undercover.”
    “That’s confidential information. I’m under no obligation to tell you what any of my detectives are doing at any given time,” Gino said. “What’s the problem?”
    “Dammit. I know she is…” He rubbed his hand across his forehead. “She’s working for Darrell Archer. I recognized her last night, not letting her know I already knew her identity and her relationship to the department. She slipped away early this morning. I normally wouldn’t be concerned if a woman wanted to keep her private information to herself, but we had a run-in with Darrell a couple of months ago, and Rocki was working for him at the time.”
    “Sounds like you have girl problems. I suggest you drop the matter. If she wants to contact you, she will.” Gino cleared his throat. “I’m walking into a meeting. If this involves police business…”
    “Gino, you know me. Of course it’s business. I wouldn’t have called unless I believed her position was in danger. I’m going with my gut right now, and something tells me she’s in trouble.” He glanced at Lance, waved his hand in the air, and nodded when Lance pushed the record button. “Can you contact her?”
    A lengthy pause came over the phone. “I’ll talk with her, but I advise you to drop your interest in Detective Bangli, Weston. Now, I’m already late. I’m hanging up.”
    The phone went dead. He slapped the top of the desk. “Fuck.”
    “He’s telling the truth. GPS shows him pulling into the academy now.” Lance clicked the mouse. “Printing out all papers.”
    Procedures for someone undercover went beyond insider information. If Rocki went in, trying to bring Darrell down, Gino would cover her ass. Tony respected that. But something wasn’t right. There had to be a way to get a message to her or convince Gino to get her the hell out of the underground.
    Because she worked for Darrell, whether from the inside or outside, his attempt at getting information sent a red flag to their operation. Everyone knew his relationship with Kage. He’d take a bullet for him. Including doing whatever he had to do to protect Kage from his uncle.
    The door swung open. Kage, Garrett, and Sabrina walked in. He stared at Garrett. Garrett knew better than to bring Sabrina in when business was going down.
    Garrett shook his head, not saying a word. Kage lazily leaned against the counter, grinning.
    Tony pointed at Sabrina. “What are you doing here?”
    Sabrina Wilcox, Janie Beaumont’s best friend and current pain in the ass to Garrett, strode to