He looked at me pointedly.
“In other words, we’ve got a big fucking mess. Business is going to suffer, and I’m low on killers and protection. At the same time, there are fewer and fewer people I can trust. On top of that, Mister Arden here seems to think I need one less guy around.”
“He was doin’ a job,” Victor pointed out. “If you’d been around and the same contract came out, you’d kill a chick.”
“Not for fifteen G’s,” I replied. “What you got is a cheap, piece-of-shit killer.”
“You still gonna take out my guy, huh?” Rinaldo was never one to beat around the bush.
I wasn’t either.
“You mean the fed I’ve been working with,” I said simply.
Rinaldo raised an eyebrow.
“Agent Trent and Kyle Davies are the same person,” I informed him. “He’s the one who wanted to set you up initially but agreed to let me give him Greco instead. That must not have been good enough for him if he moved to infiltrate your crew as well. I don’t know exactly what his game is yet, but he’s not on your side.”
I looked over to Lia and added, “Or mine.”
“How do you know this?” Rinaldo asked.
I lifted my chin toward Lia.
“She’s seen him,” I said.
Rinaldo looked over to her, and Lia looked down to where our hands were clasped together and bit at her lip. I gave her hand a bit of a squeeze, and she looked over to me.
“Tell him,” I said.
“He’s the same one,” she answered quietly. “He was at our apartment, arguing with Evan a while ago. He’s the one who…who kidnapped me. He shot Odin, too.”
“Holy shit,” a voice said from the door of the den.
We all looked up as J
onathan Ferris entered.
“What is it?” Rinaldo asked.
“You guys are talking about Kyle Davies—the big bald dude?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Why?”
“Because he’s the one who helped me get your shit out of lockup,” Jonathan said. “Your rifle and phone—he’s the one who had someone on the inside sign it all out for us.”
My skin went cold and broke out in goose bumps. I didn’t think about my actions; I just reached down to the duffel bag at my feet and brought my Barrett out in pieces. I examined each piece in detail, paying special attention to those parts that didn’t require cleaning on a regular basis.
Inside the scope, I found it—a tiny piece of plastic with a bit of metal at the end was stuck on the inside of the sight, away from where it would be seen looking through the scope.
“GPS,” Jonathan confirmed when I handed it to him. “Damn small little bugger, too. What-cha-ma-nuts has his resources, no doubt about it.”
“What-cha…who?” Victor shook his head and glared at Jonathan.
“Whatever his name really is.” Jonathan placed the device on the tile floor by the fireplace and smashed it under his heel.
“That’s how he kept finding me,” I realized. I looked to Lia. “That’s how he knew where we were when we changed apartments and how he knew I was coming for him at the warehouse. The Barrett was always with me.”
“How would Kyle know what weapon you always have on you?” Nick wondered aloud.