going on?” Henry hissed quietly into his phone. “This was supposed to be taken care of.” He nodded at one of his golfing buddies—one who was currently sleeping with his wife’s best friend—and strode outside the simple brasserie.
“When I arrived, the cops and Feds were already there, walking him out. But I’ll handle Beeker.” His fixer’s voice was low, but he could hear the sounds of traffic in the background, as if the other man was walking.
“It might be too late unless he offs himself.” And Beeker was supposed to have been taken care of right after the bombing. “What does he know? And why weren’t you there earlier?”
“He doesn’t know anything that can point to either of us. He doesn’t know my name, certainly doesn’t know anything about you. Even if he tells the cops what happened, it won’t matter. Nothing will come back on you. Because you hire me for a reason.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you weren’t there earlier.”
“I was there, waiting for him, but he never came back, so I followed the tracker in his phone to that same bar he always goes to. He wasn’t there when I arrived, so I waited around to see if he showed up looking for his phone. When he didn’t, I went back to his place. Everything is fine.”
He took a deep breath, nodded to himself. “You’re right.” Then another thought occurred to him. “What about the bar you guys met up at? Any link to you there?”
“No, it’s his local watering hole. And I paid the bartender to lose the security feed from both times we met. Guy made an easy grand for doing almost nothing. Just trust me.”
Henry did trust him. He was simply agitated because he wanted what was in Easton Reed’s head. The man was currently at his new safe house sleeping, but in the morning he was going to start helping them or pay a hefty price.
Everything was fine. Henry had to keep reminding himself of that. He had things under control. And once he had Reed’s research, he’d be set for life. He could dump his wife and live the life he wanted. Everyone thought he was just a “pretty face,” but he knew what he was doing right now.
He simply had to be patient, something he usually hated. But for this amount of money and a chance to live the life he wanted, he could do anything at all.