“I don’t know that,” Hunter shrugged. “Just thought I’d point that out.”
I turned to him and grinned. “And you’re very protective of Knight. Maybe a little too protective. What’s your stake in all this?”
Hunter didn’t say anything, his whole body hard and rigid. He had skin in the game with Knight, but I wasn’t sure how yet.
“And you all said nothing when Knight killed a senator. That’s some true loyalty. But the question is, why? Why would all of you do nothing when he killed someone in cold blood all these years later?”
“I think that’s enough show and tell for now,” Cap grumbled.
“No, I think I have a right to know. Knight dragged me into this fucked up situation.”
“You don’t work for us,” Cap reminded me.
“No, but he dragged me into a situation that could easily get me in trouble with the law, something that I can’t afford right now. So, why don’t you tell me why the fuck I should not only ignore all the shit I know, but also help you retrieve that information from the FBI agent. Because I know that if you found something out about this Senator Cortez, and you want it that badly, it has to be linked to this other senator.”
“You don’t know shit,” Knight snapped. “You can spin as many stories as you want, but that doesn’t make them true. I asked you to do a job, and you fucking failed. Now, you’re either in this with us or you can fuck off.”
None of them were going to budge an inch, but neither was I. Lies were what got me a dishonorable discharge from the military, and there was no fucking way I was putting myself in another position where people would lie to me and get me in deep shit. If they couldn’t be honest with me, I was out of here.
“You know what? I think I’ll pass. I’ve been brought down by lies already and I’m not going there again. Whatever you’re looking for, find it on your own.”
I turned on my heel and headed for the door. I was pissed. I thought for just a second that I had a chance to get my life back, but it was clear that whatever Knight had going on, he was keeping it to himself. And people that had their own agenda were dangerous, because they only looked out for number one. Someone in reception led me down to the parking garage and showed me to my truck. I got in and headed for the exit, trying to figure out where I went from here. I still had a boxing career, if you could call it that. It wasn’t much, but it was better than being lied to.
I drove out of town, headed back to Pittsburgh. I was fucking pissed that once again I had been used. And with the injury that I got being thrown through the fucking window, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get in the ring anytime soon. I needed to heal up first or I would lose my next fight. Which meant that for the next few weeks, I needed to rest up and let myself heal.
I drove past a group of trees with a small dirt road and glanced to see where it headed. A car was parked in the trees, and if I wasn’t mistaken, that car looked awfully familiar. I slammed on the brakes, the dust kicking up behind me in a cloud, and backed up to the dirt road. I checked the crossroads sign, and sure enough, I was on Cemetery Road. This had to be Blake’s car. I pulled down the road and drove up slowly, just in case my mystery woman was in there and ready to pull a gun on me. But when I got out, I had a feeling that she was long gone. The inside of her car was clean, a little too clean, which meant she wiped it down to leave no trace behind. Heading back to my truck, I thought about where she could go from here, but there was only one logical place she went- back into town. Pittsburgh was too far to walk on foot in the middle of the night. And if she ran from the FBI, she wasn’t stupid enough to call anyone she knew for help. They would be tracking anyone she would contact.
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, trying to make up my mind what to do. I shouldn’t go after her. It wasn’t any of my business. Besides, if Knight caught up with her, that was on her. She drove her car into his wife’s. She’d be lucky if he let her walk away when he found her. And he would find her. Whatever information she had, he wanted it. No, he needed it. He wouldn’t go after it unless he felt that there was something bigger going on. And now that I knew what a prick he was, I wanted to be the one to find her and make sure that whatever she had, she was protecting herself. She had no clue who he was, and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to end up dead.
I turned around and headed back for the main road. I glanced right, back toward my apartment and Pittsburgh. Then I glanced left, back to town. If I turned left, I could be getting myself into so much fucking trouble, something that could potentially land my ass in jail for the rest of my life. But she had pushed me through a window, and as a man, I just couldn’t let it go down in history that a woman had kicked my ass. I turned fucking left.
Chapter Nine
Blake
I dug through the files some more, but it was all gibberish to me. I knew they were accounts and transfers, but I couldn’t follow the trail. I had been
