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“Unfinished business,” I replied, unafraid of his fury, but strangely excited by the sheer possessive energy radiating off him.
“She got her memory back,” Troy added.
This time it was Matt’s eyes that were confused. “What?”
“You’ve rendered him speechless, sweetheart,” the biker smirked.
Matt glared at him over the top of my head. “Shut the fuck up, Troy.”
“I promised Troy I’d give him a chance if and when I got back into town,” I explained.
“Over my dead body.”
“There’s no need for that, knucklehead,” Troy chided. “She rejected me. For someone who’s used to having every single cunt dropping their panties at the sight of him, you’re pretty dense when it comes to Grace.”
There was a clearing of the throat reminding them that they had an audience.
“I’ll explain later,” I told Matt. Somehow that didn’t appease him, and I believed if we hadn’t have had direr matters to discuss, he would have hauled me into the bedroom to have it out with me. I felt a shiver of anticipation snake up my spine as warmth pooled between my legs.
“So,” Trent asked tentatively. “You have your memory back, Grace?”
“Mostly, but there are pockets of missing pieces,” I exhaled deeply. “Unfortunately, the time between my arrival at the airport and the time I woke up from the bombing is blank.”
“The FBI and Homeland Security are still investigating the terrorist attack,” Trent said. “There are rumors that the ISIS sect that carried out the bombing was being backed by a Mexican cartel.”
“It’s highly probable,” I said. “It’s no secret that ISIS is diversifying its sources for funding, and aside from oil, heroin from Afghanistan is their next biggest asset. It’s a one billion-dollar industry for them alone.”
“But don’t they trade with the Russians and Albanians for the European market?”
“For arms trafficking, yes,” I replied. “However, with the market for marijuana dwindling in the U.S. with new laws legalizing its use and production, Mexican cartels are looking for an alternate, yet lucrative, product to fill the void.”
“What the cartel can offer ISIS is entry into the U.S.” Troy said.“Either from our southern border or Canada which is where most of the heroin arrives from Afghanistan.”
“This is all well and good,” Matt cut in. “What I want to know is why The Reaper is after Grace. We know that she was involved in the arrest of Hector Vargas, but why not go after Elliot Holden who was the architect of the entire takedown?”
“He knows we got hold of the accountant, Antonio Escobar,” I said. “I was supposed to meet him at Atlanta airport. He was on a Jericho Airlines flight from Dallas.” Glancing at Troy, I continued. “I’m not sure what happened to Escobar. I don’t think the man who died beside me was him.”
Trent nodded. “I followed up with the Feds about what you told me and turned up a crucial piece of information that connected the Mexican cartel to the bombing. The man who died beside you was a member of the Carillo Cartel’s death squad. The Reaper works independently of them though.”
“Wait a minute. Were you not getting on that plane?” Matt asked.
“No. That was to misdirect Elliot.”
“Elliot doesn’t know of the deal you struck with the accountant?” Cassie asked, looking at me intently.
I exchanged a glance with Troy, who nodded.
“This doesn’t leave this room,” I warned. “The accountant reached out to Troy. Escobar wanted out. He had a list of the cartel’s major distributors and money launderers here in the U.S. and I’m not talking about low-level drug dealers.”
“Why not reach out to Holden or the DEA itself?” the sheriff asked.
My grim smile spoke volumes. Matt and the sheriff swore viciously.
“Holden is on the list,” Matt guessed correctly and then glared at Troy. “I guess you’re on it too, but the accountant figured he could trust you.”
“There are other government officials on the list. Most of them connected with the DEA and the FBI.”
“Is the info on a flash drive?”
