Dream Chaser (Dream Team 2)

It made sense.

There were still going to be precautions.

“But we’re going to take precautions,” Hawk spoke Boone’s thoughts and trained his eyes on Boone. “Panic button with her at all times. Also ones installed in her apartment. We put a tracker on her car. We do some training sessions with Dorian at Smithie’s. And she keeps you in the know about where she’s going and how long she expects to be there.”

Boone nodded.

That worked.

“This means Cisco knows he might have a rat, and he didn’t shut him down,” Mag noted.

“I wouldn’t either,” Hawk said. “I had a crew loyal to me, I wouldn’t start picking them off, shaking the commitment of the ones I got, and unnecessarily thinning out my team. I’d put cheese on the trap to make sure I got the one who needed got. And we’ve underestimated Cisco in the past. This man wants us to think he’s a thug. He wants everyone to think he’s a thug. He’s not a thug. He’s decisive. He’s patient. And he’s smart. He’s put out some cheese. It just remains to be seen if he catches the one who ate it.”

“That puts Mamá out there,” Boone said.

“Mamá knows where she is, but more, Cisco knows he put her there so if you think he went the extra mile to keep Ryn safe, you can imagine where he’d go for Mamá,” Hawk replied.

“So you think Mamá’s in the clear too?” Axl asked.

Hawk shook his head. “Not exactly. What I think is Mamá can take care of herself. But she’s in the know of everything we find out so she can best do that.”

Word on that.

“Do you have the story of how Cisco and Mamá got where they are?” Boone asked.

“I didn’t, but I asked, and Mamá was feeling chatty, because I think she wanted me to know what makes Cisco. So now I know it’s got to do with a girl named Cristina who is no longer whoring for her drug dealer boyfriend, but instead she’s at Columbia, majoring in literature,” Hawk answered.

“Jesus, Columbia. Mamá’s taking it up a notch, handing out degrees to one of the best universities in the country,” Axl muttered.

“Mamá isn’t the one paying her tuition or her rent,” Hawk shared.

“Jesus,” Boone and Axl both said.

“Is this girl Cisco’s?” Mag asked, not masking the hope that this would mean Cisco’s focus would be off Evie.

“No, she’s just a girl who needed someone to give a shit,” Hawk replied. “And Cisco did that.”

Well.

Jesus.

And again, Boone was fighting the feeling he might like this guy.

“So he does a solid for Cristina…” Boone let that trail.

Hawk picked it up. “Mamá doesn’t let a good deed like that slide.”

“She gave him what he needed to take top of the heap,” Boone surmised.

Hawk nodded, but said, “She didn’t share that. But it doesn’t take a leap to get there. After assisting in knocking down Valenzuela, who had tendencies she could not get on board with, she set a man she can respect, as much as she does anyone like Cisco, a man who has some of her sensibilities, the important ones, in a place of power. And after she does, he owes her.”

“It could be her downfall,” Mag said.

“I could be wrong, but my guess is, they cleared Cisco, they’ll lose interest in Mamá if they ever had it in the first place,” Hawk replied. “No one knows the extent of her network. They just know it’s extensive. I get her not wanting any heat. But I get them steering clear of someone like her, not only because of the questions that would be asked if she was targeted since she’s never done anything overtly illegal, or the shit she could maneuver if they failed and she acted in retribution, but the fact there might be a riot someone has to answer for if she was taken out. But bottom line, they made bold moves that fucked them up, and I see indications tonight that they’re going to take a serious change of direction.”

“Doing that making a pretty fuckin’ bold move,” Mo pointed out.

“Yeah,” Hawk agreed. “But you can’t deny there’s a finality to it.”

The men nodded because none of them could deny it.

“I want bugs in Lynn Crowley’s house, and I want eyes on it,” Hawk ordered.

In other words, Ryn was safe, Cisco in the clear, but the team wasn’t giving up.

That didn’t sit great with Boone.

“On it,” Mag said.

“You don’t think Lynn Crowley is working for them,” Axl put in, doubt in his voice.

“I think she’s scared as fuck and under their thumb,” Hawk told him.

“Hang on with this,” Boone cut in, feeling some weight that his boys were doing this partly on their time, partly on Hawk’s dime, and if the bad guys could be believed, Ryn was safe. “We’re not pulling up stakes?”