"Believe it. He's a sly one. He's kept himself squeaky clean since he moved to Boston but there were rumors of his past in Alexandria. We could never connect him, but we made the connection when he took down your uncle. He used intel from a confidential informant in the Romanov family. That led us to the Romanov's involvement in human trafficking and some online child porn websites. We figured we might be able to connect Grant to that part of the Romanov business. Now we can. The cabin was owned by one of his shell companies. It stayed under the radar for a while but we would have gotten to it sooner or later. It was on our list. You got to it first. How was that possible?"
Millar turned to Cross. "I told him about the case, and he went from there."
Cross nodded, eyeing me closely, like he was trying to figure me out.
"I'm trying to talk him into applying to be a Special Agent. Right now, he's working for us but off the books."
"We can use good experienced operators," Cross said. "Guys with military experience, especially special operations, are a bonus. Good luck if you apply. I'm sure your work with us will help."
"I hope so," I said, now even more convinced I'd like to join the FBI.
"Come and sit in the car with me for a minute," Millar said.
"Okay," I said, and hopped in beside him. "Thanks for letting me take part," I said. "Spencer's a sick fuck, and a bastard on top of it."
"You got that right," Millar responded.
"What happens now? When will you pick up Grant? What about the Jones guy I stopped outside the cabin? Have they arrested him?"
"And charged him with what? He was walking along a pathway. Until they have a case against Grant and have a link to him, he's an innocent man. In fact, you're more likely to be arrested than him, at least in the short term, for assault and robbery."
"I couldn't argue I was doing a citizen's arrest?" I said half-jokingly.
"Nope," he said. "Likely the only reason he didn't bring charges against you for assault and battery is that he's guilty as hell. Count yourself lucky."
I sighed and glanced around. "What's next?"
"We'll start our investigation, collect the evidence and then turn it over to the federal prosecutor. He'll decide whether to charge Grant or not based on the evidence and links to him."
I nodded, eager to get on with it. "I hope they get the bastard and put him away for a very long time."
"If he's smart, he'll leave the country—go to someplace where there's no extradition treaty with the US."
"He'd be leaving behind a real big career. But I can't see that he can recover from this."
Millar closed his file. "What's up with the Grant girl?"
Cross turned to me, his interest obviously piqued.
"Her name's Parker, not Grant," I said, slightly annoyed that he was asking about my personal life. "Nothing's up. She's a family friend. I'm protecting her because I'm friends with her brother."
"I heard you paid off his debts," Millar said.
"I did. Victor Romanov thought he could get to me through her. I'm putting her up in one of my properties."
"Whatever," Millar said, like he didn’t believe me. Cops have a gut sense of things, and he probably knew I was lying through my teeth. She was a lot more to me than a family friend.
Millar checked his cell. "Well, we're in luck. They got the search warrant. I guess their judge isn't a fan of Grant. They've put a unit on it to watch in case anyone tries to go in and clean the place up. They'll be going in later today."
"That soon?"
Millar shrugged. "The sooner the better. I'm going to fly down later."
"Can I come along? I'd love to see it go down."
"Sure," he said, but shot me a look. "You're not part of any official team, Hunter. Remember – you're off the books. We need deniability but maybe I'll say that you're working with me and leave it at that. I have some leeway. You'll have to fly domestic on your nickel."
"Fine," I said, glad that I could go along and watch. I checked my cell and found a flight leaving just after lunch. "I could catch the two o'clock flight and be there by four."