Phantom in the Night (B.A.D. Agency, #2)(19)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

Tight fit for someone his size, but this spot gave him a clear view of the rear exit of the precinct where Terri consulted. Officers and detectives had trickled in and out during the past hour he’d stood there watching squad cars, dark sedans, and one blue Mini Cooper parked in the lot. Terri had parked two spaces over from the Dumpster ten minutes ago.

Twilight encroached on the small lot, waking a few critters in the Dumpster who were now digging around, A yawn caught Nathan by surprise. Been a while since he’d run forty-plus hours without sleep. He had another stop tonight he’d planned to make once Terri arrived at work, and stayed put for a while. He’d left the Black Death parked a block over. Close enough to reach quickly so he could follow Terri, but too far to keep an eye on her outside the building.

The door to the precinct opened and two male officers came out discussing something. They climbed in on each side of a cruiser and drove away. Another couple cars pulled up, belching out more officers of both genders.

A midnight blue Crown Victoria swung into the lot and crept along as if the driver were searching for a premium parking space. Might as well have marked the tag "Federal employee." The car stopped behind Terri’s, then swung into the next row over in a spot that faced the rear door of the precinct.

Nathan might have left sooner, but the driver stayed in the car for twenty minutes… until Terri emerged from the building.

A stocky guy with unkempt brown hair climbed out of the blue Ford. His suit needed pressing, but he was FBI, DEA, or the equivalent. Nathan squeezed closer to the end of the Dumpster near where Terri had parked.

She hurried through the paved lot toward her car and the Dumpster. She wore jeans, a windbreaker, and sneakers. Clothes that worried Nathan. She was up to something.

The Fed climbed out of his sedan and yelled, "Yo, Mitchell, hold up."

When Terri paused next to her car, the frown she quickly hid said she hadn’t wanted to be caught. "Brady. What are you doing here?"

Nathan couldn’t really afford the time to follow her around all night and still make his next stop. He was weighing his choices when Brady said, "We need to talk about Drake."

* * *

Not now, Brady. Terri leaned against her car, hiding how she put her weight on her stronger leg.

"I have to get rolling. NOPD doesn’t pay me to dally."

"You’re your own boss, right?" His question had been more test than rhetorical. "Not like you clock in and out."

"True, but giving the customer what he pays for is expected. What do you want?" She had some snooping to do, thanks to more data from Sammy. Brady was holding her up.

"Okay, I’ll get to the point. Lot of rumors circulating around the DEA on that Drake corpse. My boss and a few others higher up think you’re withholding information and either know where the body is or that you know someone who does."

"What!" Who would run with that baseless rumor? Terri tapped her fingers on the car hood, thinking. She stopped tapping. Josie, that wart, was doing this to her.

"Hey, I’m doing all I can to help you, Terri. I’ve tried to tell my SAC you wouldn’t do that, withhold evidence… or protect someone."

"’Protect someone’? Like who?" But she had a feeling about exactly where this was going. Brady expected sympathy from her for problems with the special agent in charge of his division? Wasting his time.

"An informant." His reply hit the air heavy as an albatross and landed between them.

"I am not protecting a criminal, if that’s what you’re insinuating." Terri shoved away from the car and leaned forward. "I do not know where the Drake body is. I’m not the enemy, dammit." She hit the car body with the flat of her hand. The only informant she could get to talk to her was the man everyone thought was Drake, but she wasn’t sharing that.

"Whoa, hold it." Brady lifted his hands in surrender. "I didn’t say you were protecting a criminal. I’m on your side. I’ve been catching hell from my SAC over the body and not getting the tip first on Marseaux’s drug haul at the docks."

"I can’t help you with the body and don’t think you can blame me for not getting the tip first." He could blame her for getting the container snatched out from under the DEA, but she doubted he could find out about Joe’s favor.

"Look, Terri. I stood up for you when Conroy was killed, told everyone you were both ambushed."

"I appreciate that, and… I haven’t forgotten what you did that night." Terri suffered a wave of remorse. He had shot the guy knifing her.

"I’m not trying to make you feel bad or like you owe me for anything, I just, well, I don’t want anything to happen to you, especially after all you’ve been through. You still mean a lot to me." He shoved his hands in his pockets, looked down, and scuffed his shoe over the gravel as if thinking. When he stopped fidgeting and looked up, the sincerity in Brady’s gaze made her feel petty for having avoided him.

"Look, Terri, if you’ll work with me and share some information, I’ll share what I can, too. That’s the only way I can help prevent you taking the rap for the missing body."

She studied the toe of her sneaker this time. If she made a wrong move or trusted the wrong person, again, Josie would destroy what credibility Terri had regained with law enforcement. On the other hand, if she didn’t work with Brady, Josie might not have to break a sweat to destroy Terri if the body didn’t surface soon.

"What are you going to do about Josie? She’s on a witch hunt to get me or Conroy. Can you believe that? If she doesn’t prove I was helping Marseaux with shipments, then she’s going to hang Conroy with being dirty. And she thinks the Drake body is tied into all of this, even threatened me if I helped you."

Brady cursed and tossed in something derogatory about how he had nothing for women raised with silver spoons in their mouths. "Her only investment in any case is if it will get her promoted. And she wouldn’t have the chance she has now if you were still with the DEA. She can’t hold a candle to your marksmanship or investigative skills. But she’ll be out of your hair for a day or two." He grinned. "She just got a hot tip about the Drake body being held in a Baton Rouge funeral home."

Terri held her smile over the "hot tip" that Brady must have orchestrated. She appreciated the plug about her skills, but Josie was no slouch. "So we’ve got a day or so before she figures out someone sent her on a wild-goose chase?"

"Right."

"Okay, what do you want from me?"

"I need to know what was in that container." He gave her a pointed look. "The DEA should have gotten it first."

"Please, don’t expect any sympathy from me over the DEA losing that pissing contest."

Brady held up his hand in a sign of truce. "Let’s agree to disagree. I need something to appease them over the missing body so my boss believes I’m still on top of this case."

"You haven’t told me what case yet," she pointed out.

He stared hard, an intimidating gaze if she didn’t know him so well. "We’re still after Marseaux, but unlike when you were on the case, now it’s about more than just drugs. We think he’s supplying arms to a terrorist group or funding them in exchange for better international connections. I’m coordinating efforts with the ATF."

She nodded and made understanding noises to let him think this was new information for her. So the DEA was after the same thing as BAD.

"Okay, your turn," he said. "I don’t see any harm in letting me know what the NOPD finds out in the container, or anything else related, since I’ll eventually see it in a report. But having it before the report to discuss only with my SAC would be a huge help for me."

Terri tapped a finger against her car’s shiny paint job, thinking. What would be the problem in sharing nonclassified information with him if it meant getting a few snippets from the DEA? None she could see. One thing BAD had taught her was that rules had to be bent occasionally for the greater good.

"Okay," Terri agreed. "The coke shipment was sealed inside a frame of steel tubing welded together, which formed a crate for a generator. The night I went to inspect the contents before the crime lab showed up to dust, someone had broken in ahead of me arriving. I surprised him."

"You didn’t get hurt, did you?"

"No." She squirmed under his concern. The only way she could work with Brady at this point was if they kept it strictly professional. "I don’t think he got anything." She paused. That was enough to share for now.

"When will the container be released to the DEA?"

Not until she gave the NOPD the go-ahead. "I don’t know, but I’ll check on that for you."

"Good enough." Brady glanced over his shoulder when a squad car rolled in and parked near the building, then he turned back to her. "Want to grab a bite?"

"Sorry, I need to get moving and do a few things at home." Terri cringed inwardly at the brief flash of hurt in Brady’s face, but he masked it just as quickly and kissed her on the cheek.

"Just as well, since I need to get back. We’ll talk more later." He walked to his car.

Terri waited for Brady to leave before heading to her next destination, one she wasn’t sharing with anyone. Just as she pulled out to leave, Sammy came through the back door of the building, muttering something to himself or maybe the ground since his head was down.

She chuckled. What could have made Mr. Sunshine cranky? Terri stopped her car in his path.

Sammy’s head jerked up and the angry eyes of a man ready to use his outdoor language met hers until recognition took over. He came around to her open window.

"What’s got you riled up?" she asked, smiling.

"Sorry about that face." He shook his head, then leaned an arm against the roof of her car and groused, "I’ve got the midnight-to-seven graveyard shift tonight guarding that damn container. And tomorrow night and this weekend at night."

"I thought Taggart was on the night shift."

"He was, but that old fool must have took a liking to something. The captain had some dude come by from the shipping office to verify the contents and the guy went ballistic when he found stuff missing that our techs had inventoried."

"Like what?" She considered going ballistic, too, but not on Sammy. She wanted Taggart’s head for tampering with the contents. "What is Taggart saying?"

"I don’t know what he got. Taggart swears he hasn’t touched a thing. Reminded the captain that container had already been broken into so anyone could have taken some of the contents, yada, yada, yada. Don’t say anything. Captain swore me to secrecy. He’s pissed, but he doesn’t want Taggart to get fired and lose his pension. Captain said he thinks Taggart will send the damn junk back anonymously by mail in a few days."

She sympathized with Sammy, but the captain was right to put someone capable on guard. "This interfere with a hot date?"

"Not unless you’re going out with me." Sammy grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

He was a cutie and charming, but teasing her. "I’m flattered, but old enough to be your… big sister."

Sammy grinned. "I do have a honey. Been dating her about six months. Thinking about poppin’ the question next week on her birthday."

"Good for you. She’s a lucky girl and you better make sure I get an invitation." Terri suffered a flash of longing for what those two had. She’d never felt that strong attraction to any man.

Until she’d met a phantom in the night.

That was wrong with a capital W.

"You will. See you tomorrow." He strolled away toward a cruiser.

Terri wheeled out of the lot and worked her way to Interstate 10, then picked up Interstate 610 and headed west. Twenty minutes later she exited just past the airport and followed her GPS directions to the address on her sheet in an industrial area. She found a place to park in the lot of an equipment rental business closed for the night.

A thin sheet of light hovered. She backed her car into a concealed spot beside a flatbed truck and locked up, then stretched her legs before skirting carefully along to the next block. Cars and pickups streamed by in short bursts. When she reached the corner of a lot speckled with a few oak and scrub pines, Terri picked her way through weeds until she paused at a tree next to a chain-link fence surrounding the property of a shipping company. One with ties to Marseaux, if the information Sammy’s detective friend had shared was correct.

She considered all the possible ways someone would be alerted to her presence and concluded the worst danger would be hidden trip wires to a silent alarm.

Pulling a navy blue knit cap from her purse, she put it on her head, stuffing her blonde curls inside. Terri scanned the terrain one more time before she scooted from the tree and squatted down at the base of the ten-foot-high security fence.

The front office area was dark, the empty parking lot closed for the day. But lights shined in the yard behind the building. Working through knee-high weeds, she finally made her way to a row of overgrown bushes she could hide behind. She grunted over the discomfort and inched forward until she could see the activity inside the secured shipping yard.

Men moved around on a dock. Two seemed to be loading a wooden crate.

Her only problem was the distance from the dock did not allow her to hear anything, but this had been spur of the moment. After tonight, she’d have a list of equipment to bring back for surveillance. To reach a better spot she’d have to cross a section of land with no bushes to shield her from view.

What were the odds of making that sixty-foot span and not being seen? Not bad if she could crawl low enough to be hidden by the weeds. She leaned forward on her knees, preparing to crawl. Please don’t let there be snakes in this grass.

"Don’t," whispered a low male voice so close she almost came out of her skin.

Terri froze, panting. Her heart beat fast as a drum roll. She swung around slowly to find a hooded male hunched close to her. His face was covered by a black stocking mask, which should have rattled her even further… if she hadn’t realized who he was.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed.