Heist 2 by Kiki Swinson

Heist 2 by Kiki Swinson

Author:Kiki Swinson
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-08-11T16:00:00+00:00



The US Marshal Service

“We have a runner,” I announce to my team of five. After a long groan, everyone’s heads swivel toward the big clock on the wall to read that it’s edging toward midnight.

“I know. I know. You all want to go home. Trust me, I’d like nothing better to go home, get out this wired bra, and toss back a couple of brewskies, but we’re the next team up.”

“How can that be?” my left-hand man, Greg, asks. “We just captured Juan Murais and dragged his ass back to Jersey not three hours ago.”

I can only shrug. “Look. The call just came in. The prison has completed their sweep and they are certain that one”—I look down at my notepad—“Harlem Richard Banks is missing.”

“Why do I know that name?” Max asks, frowning.

“Because you know every damn body,” I say, only half joking. The rest of the team laughs, nodding in agreement. “Quick notes,” I continue, approaching the corkboard. “The talented Mr. Banks is a jack of all trades, apparently. Over the years, he has beeped on the FBI’s radar at one time or another. The only case anyone has ever been able to make stick was an arms charge five years ago. Him and his partner, Isaiah Kane, were sentenced to ten years but clearly that was five years too long for Mr. Banks.”

Everyone starts clicking and clacking on computers to pull up Banks’s record.

“At the moment, he has about a two-hour head start. Renee, Nick, and Frank, I need for you guys to head over to the prison for their official report and conduct the interviews. Pull the visitors’ logs while you’re at it.”

“We’re on it, boss,” Frank says, jumping up. Despite the smile on his face, I know that it’s the rings around his eyes that reflect how he truly feels about us taking yet another case in the middle of the night.

“The rest of us,” I say, “will get on whether our fugitive will make the usual mistakes by contacting family or friends.”

“If this cat is half as slippery as you suggest, I think that it’s a safe bet that he’s in the wind. He’s probably halfway to Mexico as we speak,” Greg says.

I chuckle and grab my coffee cup that I left cooling on a desk earlier. “Oh ye of little faith.” I take a sip and then spit it back out. “Ugh. It’s cold.”

“You know, just because you have a forty-six and oh record doesn’t mean that you’re invincible,” Greg continues.

“How come I always get the sense that you’re rooting for me to fail?”

Greg flashes me a loopy grin. “Nah. I’m waiting for you to prove that you’re human.”

“Awww. You say the nicest things.” I snatch up my US Marshals jacket. “I changed my mind. We’re all going out to the site.” I toss him the car keys. “Let’s go. You drive.”

Sighing, Greg stands. “Yes, ma’am, Miss Daisy.”


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