Hostile Home Front [Black Ops Brotherhood 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

asked, looking up at Ortiz.
    “In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not a politically correct kind of guy. I call ’em the way I see ’em. I don’t give a fuck who they are,” Ortiz said.
    Gavin redirected his concentration to the information in front of him. Something he read caught his attention. The associates Rivera had met in prison were terrorists who Gavin was familiar with. In fact he had sent them to federal prison. There was another more chilling recognition, a ghost he had been chasing for years. Esteban Merles. He decided not to say anything until he had a chance to go through the entire file.
    “The FBI boss from the San Antonio field office called me on this one. They want the credit and so do I. The mission is to watch him. Do not make a move without consulting me, you understand? Don’t screw this up and you report to me weekly. Sooner if you have to. I don’t want a bunch of terrorists being run through here, and I sure as hell don’t want them planning their next hurrah in my town, understand? But we’re doing this my way,” Ortiz said, reaching for his cup of coffee.
    There was no way in hell Gavin was about to run everything past Ortiz. He had been working this case for a long time now. He was not about to let a small town police chief with an inflated ego piss in his territory. He would consult with his FBI boss since this initially had started as a federal investigation. Gavin decided against arguing the point with Ortiz until he had looked into this situation a little further.
    “Understood, sir. I’ll give this a study and start shaking some trees.” Gavin stood.
    “We’ll see if you’re worth all that money the feds have been throwing at you, badass.” Ortiz smiled as he took a sip of his coffee.
    “We’ll see,” Gavin said with a smile.
    “By the way, dust off a suit if you have one. If not, go get one. You just got plans for next Wednesday night,” Chief Ortiz said, handing Gavin a ticket.
    “For?” Gavin asked, looking at the ticket in his hand.
    “My wife sits on the Library Foundation Board. The department is backing literacy in this community and the place will be full on Wednesday night, understood?” Ortiz said with a smile.
    “Chief, do you really think I belong in polite society? I’m not exactly the politically correct kind either,” Gavin said.
    “Quickly study Ms. Manners. The wife needs three hundred people at this gala. You get a date, come see me. I’ve got another ticket. Although, I can’t think of any woman who’d want to be seen with you.”
    “I do okay for myself. But I’ll be busy,” Gavin said, holding up the folder in his hand. “Can’t I just make a fifty-dollar donation toward literacy and get out of this?” he asked hopefully.
    “Nope. It’s already paid for. I bought two tables for the department. Dinner will be on me Wednesday night.” The chief grinned.
    “Chief, I’ll even pay the hundred bucks for a date I don’t have if I can skip this. And, I promise to get a library card,” Gavin offered.
    “Muster at the gala is at 1830. You’re dismissed, badass.” Chief Ortiz gave him an evil smile.
    “Yes, sir.”
    There was no way out of this. Gavin was in the upper echelon of the department and this was a gotcha clause, other duties as assigned . It was much like when he was in the military and reached Senior NCO status. Master Chief McGuire used to call it the dog-and-pony-show requirement. As much as it went against his grain, he had to play nice.
    The FBI was expecting him to make some inroads into this case that he had been working on for almost three years now. There was also some intelligence that terrorists were starting to funnel into the country by coming through the border illegally. That had caught the attention of the Department of Homeland Security. So attending this gala would be a good way to look around.
    Gavin left the chief’s office and went to his own tiny office in the middle of a large room