4-Bound By Danger by SE Jakes Page A

along with one or two of the Killers, but for the most part, they’d escaped unscathed. According to Kenny, the MC was nervous from the fallout, and they started working at another warehouse with another group of Colombians. Jace knew the location but hesitated when he thought about telling the Feds any of this. Because, in the back of his mind, he was still tying that bust together with the work Tomcat had been doing. If there were undercovers involved in the new warehouse deal, Jace wasn’t selling them out.
    And still, he knew there was no real way for Kenny to say no to Cools at this point—he’d gotten himself patched in and tattooed, all before Jace had known. If he’d been home at the time, he might’ve nipped this whole damned thing in the bud. “Tell them you got a job. I’ll cover for you.”
    Even as he spoke, Jace went to the computer and transferred money into Kenny’s account.
    “What kind of job?” Kenny asked.
    “Fixing cars.” Jace knew the local mechanic would throw some work Kenny’s way, especially if Jace told him Kenny would work for next to nothing.
    “I’ll try, but you know how they can be. And I think you’re too hard on them sometimes—they’ve got my back.”
    Yeah, sure they did. And they’d stab him in it the first chance they got.
    “Jace, Cools was telling me that you were close with Tomcat. Nacho saw you guys getting friendly.”
    Kenny sounded worried, and Jace sighed. “We had a CO in common on a joint mission. And we were hanging out at the MC when I was fixing my bike. Haven’t seen him since the last party I was at—obviously.”
    “I told him that. Man, I can’t believe Tomcat’s dead.”
    “Yeah, me neither,” he echoed. “What’s the story?”
    “Just what I told you—MC business. But Cools was concerned that maybe Tomcat let you in on shit that got him killed or something. He said that Tomcat never liked following the rules.”
    Yeah, that made two of them. “I don’t know shit—Tomcat kept me shielded, just like Cools and the rest of them. Just tell Cools you got a damned job—I’ll call you later.” Jace hung up the phone and immediately called his FBI handler.
    “I have to get Kenny out of town now,” he told his handler, an agent named Mike McCall. “He’s going to get himself in too deep.”
    “I need more intel,” Mike told him. “We have a deal.”
    “Fuck your deal. Get Kenny out—I gave you the warehouse. My ass is on the line in more ways than one here, man. You’ve got to give me some help before I can’t extract my cousin at all.”
    “I’ll see what I can work out.”
    Jace didn’t hold out much hope. Granted, he didn’t have all that much intel—and the sick part was, if Kenny took the job the Killers gave him, Jace could get all the intel he needed.
    He paced the floor until he heard back that it was a no-go. Decided he’d have to do a little witness protection of his own at some point in the future, although he knew in his heart Kenny would refuse it.
    Fuck.
    When his phone rang again and he saw Kenny’s number, he knew the shit was about to hit the fan.
    “Jace, I told them, but they insisted that I work with them. They said it’s time—that it would be an insult not to accept.”
    In this case, insult not so subtly equaled death. “Kenny, you have to leave town.”
    “I want to, but what the hell—where can I go? I’m part of the club.”
    “I know. But if you get involved in the job—”
    “I don’t have a way out. Look, you’ve tried to help me, and I’ve fucked up. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
    “You’re not, Kenny. You just have to keep trusting me.” Jace knew a couple of guys who ran black ops out of Omaha—they were always looking for someone innocuous to run errands, keep up the front. If he could put Kenny with them…
    “I’ve got to go, Jace. One of the guys is picking me up in an hour and I’ve got to get ready.”
    Jace hung up before he could say another word and