“What do you know about David Drake?” I say.
“I have no bloody idea who that is.” Identical accent to Drake.
I dig in her purse. “Really? You don’t know who Drake is?” I pull out her cell and throw her bag in the back seat.
“What the fuck are you doing? Give me that back you need a warrant for that shite.”
“You don’t know who Drake is, but you been texting someone called Bruv.” I turn around in the seat, glaring at her. “Cut the bullshit, lady. We know your name is Gemma Drake, David Drake’s sister. Now you can keep this act up, or you can help me bring your brother in.”
“Why would I help you, fucks?”
“Because like us, you want him to continue breathing.”
“Why do you want him alive? Everyone else wants him dead? Even some of your own cops want him dead for what he did to your partner’s kids.”
“That’s what the people he works for are counting on; is some trigger happy cop blows him away in the name of protecting the children. We know Drake didn’t kill those kids.”
“You’re a cop. How can I trust you not to just shoot him dead the minute you see him?”
“Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind, but it’s becoming apparent to me that your brother is an agent who was double-crossed for lashing out over my partner’s kids. Plus, he can help us shut the people who set him up.”
“Are you saying my government framed him for those kids?”
“My government too. When I first took this case, I thought Drake was just another psycho killing people. However, the deeper I got into this case, I realized your brother was actually a government assassin targeting people for the British Government and the US Government.”
She starts sobbing. “Thank you for believing me. Everyone else wants to dismiss him as a psychopath that kills kids, but I know it’s not him. He wouldn’t do this. He would slot a person for even suggesting he kill a child.”
“At first, I wanted to dismiss him as a child killer too, but evidence started suggesting otherwise. Conroy uses a 9mm, and your brother uses a 45 caliber handgun. We found 9mm casings in the children’s bedroom and slugs inside their heads.”
Her face fills with horror. “So, his handler shot those little girls and then framed my brother for it when he tried to walk away?”
“That’s what the evidence points to, yes.”
“Ms. Drake, tell us what your brother was like before the death of the kids?” Munroe asks.
“Before he joined MI6, he was in the SAS. He was very patriotic believed in the war on terrorism. When the war was over, MI6 offered him a new way to battle terrorism. Even when he joined MI6, he believed in what he was doing up until now.” She scoots to the edge of the seat. “My brother is not an evil man, Agent Munroe. He was ridding the world of monsters. It’s why it’s killing him; he was labeled a child killer.”
I can’t really fault Drake for killing the filth he did. I once disobeyed orders and tailed a pedophile to a playground. I caught him red-handed, trying to pick up a child. He saw me and drew his gun on me, and that was a green light for me to send the fucker to hell. That sick fuck kept getting away with raping kids because he was prominent in Hollywood.
“Will your brother cooperate with us?” Munroe says.
“You better let me and Detective Lobos go in first. He would trust her quicker than he would a G-woman like you.”
“Fine. I will go in from the back of the bar.”
Fifteen minutes later, after stopping and inching forward in traffic, we arrive at the bar. I rack the slide on my 40. “You are just going to talk to him, right?” her voice shakes.
“This just a precaution. I met your brother three times, and in those three times, he tried to kill me.”
“Detective, if he really wanted to kill you. You would be dead.”
“Well, all the same, I am not taking any chances this time. Now come here.” She extends her hands out, and I take off her cuffs. I undo the snap on my holster and escort Gemma to the entrance of the pub.
Chapter 21
Drake locks eyes with me like a predator the minute we step into the crowded pub. He is sitting in a booth in the back of the bar. I scan the faces in the bar, and I spot some of Munroe’s agents sitting at the bar there the only ones in the pub drinking coffee. The sister slides into the booth first, and I sit on the outside. The last thing I want is to be pinned in a corner this close to Drake. “Devora Lobos, what are you doing with my sister? That wasn’t part of our arrangement. He glowers at me like a wolf, ready to rip my throat out.
I smirk, straitening my back. “Well, considering how your friends killed Barret and tried to kill me, I thought it was time we speed this shit along before they kill my only lead.”
He leans back, crossing his arms. “Well, now that you’re so diplomatic, can you please tell Special Agent Munroe to stop skulking behind me? It’s pathetic when I already clocked her and her agents.” Agent Munroe rolls her eyes and pulls up a chair next to the booth. “What do you want to know about the people I work for, Devora?”
“I want to know what they are.” Before he could say anything, the waitress walks over
