“Yes,” I answered Bayou. “Because I’m going to need them here in a bit, and you’re going to be able to help me with that, too.”
“How is that?” he asked inquisitively.
“The president will start pardoning them,” I said matter-of-factly.
It was a good damn thing that I’d met a man that was about to become President of the United States in a few short months.
In the meantime, I wanted them kept safe.
I also wanted them to know that the only reason they were getting out was because of me.
Not that I would hold that over their heads. These men weren’t the type to be blackmailed.
I just wanted them to know not to bite the hand that feeds them, so to speak.
“They’re not even in my prison yet,” Bayou grumbled.
“No,” I said. “But they will be. I’m having them all transferred here as we speak.”
One of them was at Leavenworth, two were at Huntsville, and the other three were scattered around the country.
There were more I was looking at, too, but I’d have to wait on them.
The first six were the ones that were going to make this team what it was, anyway.
A doctor, a hacker, a security master, a warfare specialist, and a few other random odd balls that had specialized skills, I was going to make the perfect team that would be able to fight anything.
And, to disguise them, I was going to form them into a motorcycle club that would be their front for why they were in places where they didn’t belong.
The only hitch in my plan was that they were all currently in prison.
“I know what you’re saying,” Bayou grumbled. “But that’s not how I work.”
I looked at him then.
“The first man I’m having transferred over here was sent to prison because he stopped a sex trafficking ring that targeted young women that lived right here in your very own back yard.” I leaned back in my chair and stared at the man.
Bayou’s eyes narrowed.
“The second I’m having transferred is in prison because he decided to funnel a couple of billion dollars out of a mutual fund run by a couple of people that liked to swindle the helpless.” I tilted my head. “These men are good men. They went down for the crimes they committed. They did it willingly. But they did it because they didn’t want to see any innocents suffer.” I tilted my head again slightly. “You ever beat the shit out of someone that hurt a girl?”
Bayou’s jaw tightened.
“A doctor that I’m having sent here was sent to prison for killing a kid that hit his girlfriend with his truck and fled the scene,” I said. “One that nearly killed another woman days after that. His girlfriend won’t even look at him anymore.”
Bayou sighed.
“I’ll help. Just tell me how,” he grumbled.
He wasn’t nearly as pissed as he’d started out.
Mostly because he knew that what I was doing may be illegal, but morally, it was the right thing to do.
Sometimes the good guys had to do bad things to fix the shitty world that we lived in.
After shaking Bayou’s hand, I drove to my office a few towns over, rolling into the strip joint about half an hour later.
Bruno met me at the door with a frown on his face.
“Finally got the name of a guy out of an acquaintance of the mayor,” he said. “This guy isn’t a big player, though. He knows one of ‘em, however. I think that he needs your brand of expertise, because the fucker ain’t talkin’.”
What started me out down this dark and gloomy road was the knowledge of a sex trafficking ring right in my own goddamn back yard.
At first, I’d only heard a few rumors here and there.
Those rumors had turned into full fledge knowledge when I’d happened upon a guy that’d been trying to transport a bus load of underage girls through my city.
After finding the bus and freeing the girls, I’d gotten the name of one man from nearly all of the girls.
The former mother fucking mayor of Kilgore.
The most charismatic guy that lived in three counties.
Honestly, I’d never liked the guy. He’d always struck me as ‘wrong.’
But I’d never been able to put my finger on why.
Not until I’d heard from those girls who’d been lured into a fate worse than death.
From that moment on, I’d decided that I was going to fuck Dave Jackson’s life up completely.
But first, I had to find every single player in his game and make him pay. Once that was done, I would retire from the politician life and go back to doing what I did best.
Whatever the fuck I wanted.
But first, I had to catch a couple of bad guys. And to do that, I had to get a team in place.
That team, hopefully, would be coming in a few short months.