Matt smiled. “No sweetheart, I don’t.”
Emma looked up at Matt. His smile was contagious. “Let’s work out later, you guys got somewhere we can train?”
Cace shook his head, trying to work out what was going on. “Let’s get you all settled in. Emma, go with Matt, he’ll show you where you’re staying. We have two-man teams in the other apartment but Charley, as you work in Financial Crimes, you’re with Michael.”
Matt looked down at Emma intrigued and gave her a wink. “Come on Rambette, let’s get you settled in. You got anything else in that bag I need to know about?”
Cace called Michael over to where he sat with Frankie. “I think our background check missed some important information. Frankie, you need to start talking and fill us in on what your Inspector doesn’t know.”
Frankie knew they’d be able to find out some information now they knew about their house. “Can we do this while we eat and when the girls come back as it’s their story too?”
As they ate, the girls chatted. “How the hell did this happen? We had a plan if any of them came for us. It didn’t include a bunch of men, Frankie meeting up with her old boyfriend and Emma having the hots for the Nordic God.” Charley glared at her two friends.
Emma responded first. “What can I say? It’s been a long dry spell. It’s the tattoos and that look he had when we showed them our weapons; priceless!”
Frankie smiled. “Don’t look at me, I didn’t expect to survive the beating I took a few weeks ago. If I’m honest, it’s been nice being looked after, but what do we tell them?”
After discussing it quietly they agreed to tell them everything.
Liam’s phoned beeped he looked at his phone. “Samuel O’Hara has arranged a sit down with Luca Rossi and his uncle in two days.” He looked over at the girls laughing and drinking wine. “Should we be worried about them?” Liam asked.
Matt watched them as they relaxed but he couldn’t take his eyes off Emma. Now there was a woman who fascinated him. When she opened her retractable staff earlier, she looked cute, but there was more behind the cuteness, there was a spark of sass.
“I’d say we should be. Emma kept telling me they’d planned for this and men with a hero complex were not included in any of their plans. I think they may run the first chance they get.”
Michael put his laptop on the kitchen island as the men gathered around. “We should be more afraid than worried,” Michael replied. “Don’t let their soft demeanour fool you. I did a deeper search on those three after Frankie told us who the property was rented under, I accessed the restricted voter’s roll. They are fucking crazy; their real names only exist at work and on a bank account. They transfer their money to their other identities. Their other identities are forged and the documents I’ve seen for ID are good. They train at three different gyms that cover boxing, MMA and other martial arts.”
As he pulled up screen after screen of data, he carried on. “That’s not including memberships to a gun and archery club and private tuition they have with a former Army officer who supposedly runs boot camps for women and training courses for bodyguards, including offensive and defensive driving. They were given up by someone. I’ve been looking into Francesca since Cace moved her in. We’re also doing a search on everyone involved in the original case and I’ve included the victims in case they were compromised. I’m also going to include their current colleagues, just in case.”
Cace walked over to the sofa where the girls were chatting and leaned over to kiss Frankie. “Ladies, you ready to talk?”
“Yes,” they replied.
The End