Page 157 of What Started In Deception

“Safe flight.” He tossed up a wave at the door and headed for the elevator, never feeling quite so disgusted.

It had never bothered him to wrap up a case and move on. The criminals he usually brought down deserved whatever they got, but this situation was entirely different. Every single one of the Monroes was a genuinely good person. Will had certainly made plenty of mistakes over the last several months, but none of them were worthy of bringing down the entire family.

He got into the Telluride and stared out the window, bobbing his leg up and down as he decided on his next move. Exhaling a long breath, he searched his contacts for a number he hadn’t dialed in a while, putting the call through as he turned over the ignition and pulled into traffic.

“Special Agent Corddry. To what do I owe this honor?”

Ty smiled as he heard Mason’s voice. They’d been buddies for years—since their LA Task Force days. “I’ve got something for you, and it’s big.”

“How big?”

“Pretty fucking big.”

“I like pretty fucking big.”

“If I share, it has to stay between us. No names. Not mine. Not my informants.”

“Are we stepping on toes?”

“I’m stepping on all the toes.” Because bringing FBI information to the DEA without permission was a big fucking no-no.

Mason whistled through his teeth. “Well, damn.”

“Can I trust you with this?”

“You know you can trust me with it.”

And he did. “It’s going to happen fast—early Sunday morning. You need to get your ass up to Boston, so we can figure all of this out.”

“I’ll make some calls to the Boston office and book a flight now.”

“I appreciate this.”

“It sounds mutually beneficial.”

Mostly, it was just the right thing to do—what the FBI should have done after he’d brought them Will’s information. “Let me know when you get your flight.”

“Sure thing.”

He hung up and found Will’s number next as he made a right onto the coastal road, heading closer to the compound.

“Yeah? Hello,” Will answered groggily.

“Hey, I just finished talking to my clients.”

“What did they say?” Will asked, instantly more awake.

“That they most likely have a way to help you.”

“Holy shit. Holy shit, man. You kept my name out of it?”

“No one knows anything about you.”

“Okay,” Will said with a sigh of unmistakable relief.

“I’m still waiting on some information. They have to get their ducks in a row. I’ll let you know what’s going on later today, but probably, it’ll be tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t know how to thank you, Ty.”