Page 182 of Allegiance

She needed recon first.

“Not quite yet. We’re heading there to start watching. We are going to check it out a bit before Mikey O’ goes in and kicks the hell out of everyone.”

“Okay, text me when you’re going in. We’re going on silent once we enter. I have the plans for the building. I’m going to deactivate every locked door. Key cards are convenient, but with some CIA shit, they are hella bad.”

Yeah, they were well aware.

“Just be careful. You go in with two cops, you’d better come out with them too. You know how it is.”

“Hey!” Gene said. “For your information, sunshine, I can hold my own. You make sure your thieves can do the job. We still have more cops to shakedown tomorrow, and they are going to be suspicious now.”

She was aware.

“Don’t worry. We’ll handle it. I have a feeling once they all find out about the other cops, they’re going to go MIA,” she admitted.

Jinx laughed.

“You’re probably right, but in case you aren’t, I just have to pump by ten, and then we can play with our lives,” she admitted.

Oh, the troubles they had.

It was all kinds of funny to everyone but Rogue, In fact, he was staring at his wife in horror.

“You will not say things like that, wife. That makes me twitchy. Let’s not go there, please. I like all of our current lives.”

She gave him a kiss.

“Carry on, wayward son,” Maura said, joking. “Let us know if you need backup. We can head that way and skip this club.”

While they’d love backup, this was better in a small team.

“We’ll be good. Listen for the fireworks. They are about to go down. NOLA is gonna be spicy,” he admitted.

“Be careful. If we don’t hear from you, we’ll regroup later.”

That worked for them.

He hung up, and seconds later, there was the ding of a text message.

It appeared Jagger had sent him a file.

Perfect.

It was time to get busy. Rogue hooked up a cable to his phone, uploaded the file to his software, and then quickly plugged it into a laptop.

The two cops watched from the back.

As the confession played, they weren’t sure how they were going to make this work.

UNTIL Rogue did his magic.

By magic, that was him using the tech they’d been given to use, and use, he would.

He typed in a sentence, of what he wanted the cops to hear over the radio, and then hit play so that they could test-run it.

‘Help! This is Detective Sterling! We’re at ten oh five Crimson Road. We’re being held here. Oh, God! Cecil’s dead. I’m trying to escape but they…’

He punctuated it with a scream. It didn’t have to match his voice.