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what he wants to her. But I’m thinking…well, if he saved her, then maybe she’s something to him.”
    “What would he want with an undercover cop?” Joe said he had no idea, but how else would she have simply disappeared while they were standing over her. “I don’t know. And to be honest, I fucking don’t care what he wanted with her. But I can’t have her out there. Not alive, anyway. And the fact that we were too slow to realize about the camera does not set well with me, as you can well imagine. We were told that when undercover cells were left at the station. What the fuck is the one that we got from her desk there, a burner?”
    “I would imagine. I’ve been having one of your computer guys looking into the lost phone a little more. They said that she was on the line with someone, her grandfather as it turns out, when we started on her, but it doesn’t appear that anyone has used it since. And no matter what he does, he can’t find it. Pinging it or something like that. Either it’s been destroyed, which we can only hope for, or someone with more smarts than we got here has it deep in some hole.”
    He doubted that anyone was smarter than the men he employed. And if they were, he’d find them and bring them in to work for him, or kill them. Either way, he had the best of the best. If they had no idea where the phone was, he was going to assume that it was destroyed. It might let him sleep at night knowing that one thing was going his way.
    After Joe left him to find out what he could about the grandfather, Otis went into the living room and sat on his couch to think. Almost as soon as he was seated a drink was brought to him and the fireplace was turned on. Christ, he loved having all the comforts of money. But it would soon be gone if he didn’t find that girl. Even now he was having some income issues that he could not figure out.
    It had been five days since he’d been informed that Nikki was going to be out of reach to anyone that would help her, and two since the shoot-out. One way or the other Neal had been a pain in his ass for nearly two decades. And just when he had her where he’d been wanting her, she disappeared without a trace. And so had the only other person that would know where she was.
    Paddy Neal had been about the best cop he’d had the displeasure of hiding from. Fat lot of good it had done him. Just a year after Paddy had joined the force, he’d made a name for himself by rooting out all the bad cops in the big house. Ten of Otis’s best men, all working for him, had been sent to prison. Sent, but never to be heard from again, thankfully.
    It had taken him nearly five years to find himself another crew and have enough on them that they knew better than to turn him in, and now another fucking Neal comes in and does the same shit. Lucky for Otis the captain knew how to play ball, or he wouldn’t have even known about the bitch.
    It had cost Otis a great many favors being called in to have each and every one of the first group of cops killed. Less for the second, but he hated to spend money needlessly. He kept waiting for someone to connect the dots, ones that would tell someone that he’d been paying people to kill the rogue cops, but had found out just recently that the state didn’t really care how they died so long as they were gone from their books. He’d done them a favor, he supposed, one that he’d never be able to collect on.
    Then the fucking granddaughter had come along, and not only had she gotten him caught with his pants down, so to speak, but with the smoking gun with this latest shit. And if he didn’t find her before someone else did, or figured out about the phone, he was going back to prison, and it was doubtful that he’d ever come out unless it was in a long black bag with a one-way zipper.
    His informant—her boss—had told Otis that she was close to having all her ducks in a row to bring him in. So close that she had two of his tweeters, men that