Love Under Two Financiers Cara Covington (fiction novels to read .TXT) š
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Bateman shook his head. No wonder heād gotten his ass thrown into jail before. He could have pled guilty and acted all contrite that heād lost his cool and hit his wife. He could have claimed a moment of passion. But no, he had to double down on that stupidity and ensured heād serve a couple years.
He never would have served any time at all if heād been just a bit smarter.
If he comes out with his ex in tow, Iāll follow him. Despite what heād said to that dumb ass sheriff, he didnāt really have to have the bastard in cuffs to get the information he needed. That had just been something heād come up with on the fly, something to satisfy the dumb bastard and Alvarez. Who he wanted at his mercy was Leesa.
Jordan was no killer, but he was no hero, either. And Leesa? Classic Miss Goody Two-Shoes. Once he had his hands on her, Bateman knew heād win. With his Glock in her face, the broad would spill her guts and tell him what he needed to know. Especially since he will have killed her former old man right in front of her. Heād kill her, too, and stage it so that the old classic tale of a demented moron committing a murder-suicide would be told once more. Heād act all sorrowful that Jordan had gone off and he, Bateman, had been unable to protect the broad. Then heād file his report and be on his way to where Jerry Levineās secret stash was hidden, waiting for him.
It really is a damn fine plan. And one heād formulated while still in Kabul.
While undercover, heād overheard a conversation between Levine, and another one of their group, Johnny Post, about his āemergency fund.ā Heād told Post that he was the only one in the group to know about it, and as far as Bateman had been able to determine, that was the truth.
Then Levine had smirked as he told Post that he wasnāt going to mention it to Jordanābut that heād confided in that manās woman. By then, everyone knew the couple would be splitting, because Jordan couldnāt keep it in his pants.
āI told Leesa that Iād made a new will but left it at the old family farmhouse. I gave her the directions to that place in an envelope and asked her to keep it for meājust in case.ā Levine had laughed then. āThat woman is tough and honest, so my secret is safe with her.ā
āWhy her?ā Post had asked.
āBecause, some day, when this is all over and heās drooling at my lifestyles of the rich and famous existence, Iām going to tell that asshole Jordan about it and watch him explode when he finds out.ā Levine had spat and shook his head. āI hate that fucking moron.ā Then he shrugged. āI was a bit high when I did it, and maybe I shouldnāt have, but like I said, my āsecretā is safe with her.ā
Bateman had been pulled out of Kabul leaving Levine, and Leesa, whoād been wounded, behind.
Bateman had waited and bided his time. Levine was finally ordered back to the States, and Bateman made plans to head to Fort Lee. Heād get the location of that hidden money out of the bastard. After all the shit Iāve been through, being posted in Kabul undercover, nearly getting my ass shot off, I deserve that cash.
But the stupid bastard Levine had gotten himself killed in a car crash the day before Bateman was to fly out. Heād seen photos of the accident. The vehicle had been reduced to a pile of twisted, melted metal, and Levine had been identified only by his dental records.
His only chance now to get his hands on that money was getting that letter from Leesa Jordan.
Bateman shook his head. He kept an eye on the time and wondered if Jordan had chickened out. He really had thought the man was hotter-headed than this. He should have at least gotten his sorry ass tossed out of that roadhouse by now. That would be good for me. It would just play into the story heād be telling that dumbass sheriff.
Bateman jerked his attention back to the front of the building. The door opened, and Jordan strolled outāalone. The man headed to his car and got into it, looking for all the world as if he was simply leaving a bar after a drink or two and heading home to the wife and kids.
Probably chickened out.
Bateman considered the situation then started his car. Heād follow Jordan and ensure that the asshole went back to his room for the night. Then heād have to reconsider.
Did he take a chance of letting Jordan in on his secret? Maybe that was the only way he was going to get his hands on the manās ex. Heād have to think and make a decision soon. He needed outāout of the agency and out of this hand-to-mouth existence. He was tired of making pittance compared to all the fucking scum heād helped to get off the streets. More got away than were ever caught. He wanted what he deservedāto live like a rich man.
The back of his neck had been itchy lately. Coupled with the call heād received from his superior giving him hell for his attitude here in Lusty, Bateman was fast coming to one solid, certain conclusion. His windowāthe space of time he had in which to actāwas closing.
I should move now. Get it done now.
Bateman nodded. Yes, that was what heād do. Decision made, he closed the distance between his car and Jordanās. He knew exactly what he was going to do.
Chapter Seventeen
āI really donāt know why yāall couldnāt have filled me in on that last little bit of information before now.ā Leesa scowled at Adam then turned her
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