Page 130 of Broken
“He was getting into his car at his country club and a bullet pierced his vehicle.”
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah. Secret Service took him and his wife to an undisclosed location. Z is headed out of town as well.” A growl shot out of him. “I’m so fucking pissed. We’ve got nothing more than a guy in a hoodie at a gas station.”
His growl sent shock waves running rampant through her. He looked down and she followed his gaze. To her surprise, she was stroking his massive thigh, the heat from his leg radiating through his pants.
She removed her hand. “I’m sorry. That’s so unprofessional.”
His gaze darkened, he shifted on the chair. “Don’t stop. I love your touch.”
Her fingers trembled as she caressed his thick leg. “Let’s get started.”
He arched a brow. “I think you already have.”
Pausing, she inhaled a calming breath that did absolutely nothing to quell her desire. Just his sitting beside her had turned her ravenous with lust. Forcing down the burgeoning need, she asked him about Luther.
“He and Z started ALPHA years ago,” Prescott explained. “About five years in, Z decided to manage missions that were so far off the grid, they weren’t even sanctioned by ALPHA.”
“What happened to Luther?”
“He retired. Dakota and Providence took over, but Dakota left to head up a BLACK OPS team, so Cooper Grant stepped in to run ALPHA with her. He manages the missions and she runs the organization.”
“Did Luther get called to testify against any of the criminals ALPHA caught?”
“I don’t know, but I can find out.” He called Z. The number was no longer active, so he sent Z a message through ALPHA’s secure system.
She dragged her hand off his leg, opened her laptop. “I reviewed the surveillance video when Gloria was gunned down.” She logged into ALPHA. “I watched it enough times to feel confident she knew her assailant. The carjacking was a ploy to throw law enforcement off his trail. And yes, Gloria’s killer is a male.”
She played the video, pausing it when the killer approached Gloria. “It was just after midnight, but the convenience store is open twenty-four-seven. He wanted it to look like a carjacking gone wrong, but they talked before he pulled out his gun and shot her.”
Jacqueline played the video. “His face is hidden by the hoodie, and there weren’t any cameras on site where I could see his face. Gloria didn’t have a dash cam, and there weren’t any other customers.”
She paused the video.
“He drove in, parked away from the cameras. After he shot her, he took off.”
She started the video again. “That’s him driving away. I enlarged the screen shot, but he covered the license plate with a deflector.”
“What did the store employees tell police?” Prescott asked.
“There were two, and they followed emergency protocol. They locked the front door, called 9-1-1, but they never checked on Gloria. I doubt she would have survived, even if they had. She was hit between the eyes at close range.”
“So, both Bert and Gloria knew their killer.”
“Yes,” she replied. “Can you find me video from Luther Warschak’s hit? I’ve put together a profile—”
“Run it by me,” he interjected.
“I thought we’d compare my profile against my suspect list.”
The hard lines around his eyes vanished and his sexy, full lips lifted into a smile. A hit of adrenaline surged through her.
“Nice work,” he said.
“I haven’t been sleeping well, so I thought I’d make good use of my time.”
“Why not?” His brows knitting together.
