Lone Star Burn: Lone Star Escape (Kindle Worlds Novella) by N Kuhn Page B

“Belmont,” he said.
“Mr. Belmont. Have you found anything out since you met my guy yesterday?” The voice on his phone had a thick Italian accent and he wondered if this was Mr. Ciminelli. He rushed into the house to get his laptop.
“I contacted a hacker friend of mine about getting into the FBI files. I won’t hear back for a few days though.” He quickly typed a message to Agent Parker’s email.
    Possible Ciminelli on my phone. Will keep talking, can you trace?
    Within a minute, he had his response.
    On it.
    The man sighed.
“We need this to wrap up quickly Mr. Belmont. You come highly recommended for finding the impossible. I have great faith in you. How long do you think this will take if your friend can get into the files?”
“That depends on how deep they are buried. Then I have to recon wherever they stashed her and make sure she’s really there. Occasionally they have decoy locations. I’d like to make sure she’s really where they say.”
“I appreciate your thoroughness Mr. Belmont. But if you get an address, that’s all we need. We can do the rest. You just find me an address.” The line went dead, the man hanging up.
     
    Being a PI, Beau had an app that recorded every conversation on his phone. It came in handy in case things went wrong or a client tried to not pay him. He quickly plugged it into his laptop, pulling the MP3 to send to Agent Parker. His phone rang again, this time, it was Travis.
“Agent Parker, did you get anything?”
“It was too short. We just latched to your call as it ended.”
“Well, check your email,” Beau said as he clicked send. He could hear the agent clicking and then the file playing. When it ended, he heard Agent Parker sigh.
“That’s Ciminelli alright. Damn, I can’t believe he called you himself. Ok, do you mind if our guys poke around your phone remotely? Maybe they can hack something and trace the number.”
“I’m a PI, privacy is important. How about I just send you the number?” Beau wanted to help Mara, but he couldn’t risk his business.
“Beau,” Agent Parker started to rebut. “You know what, I get it. Ok, email it over and I”ll see what I can do.” Beau sent the number and hung up. He agreed to let Parker put a tap on the line for now, so they would know right away if another call came in. That much he could do. There were no other open cases on his agenda. So any calls would be okay for them to listen to.
     
    He rubbed his eyes, frustrated with the situation. If this guy was calling less than a day after he met with the money guy, then they were serious and in a rush. They wouldn’t wait just for him. Crap. They needed to do something and quick. Beau shoved up, heading out the door to Mara’s. As he crossed the yard, he could see the women relaxing on her porch swing, sipping something cold. All of the plants were now in the ground, and he had to admit, it looked wonderful. When guests finally began to come in, they would love it. The peacefulness of it all.
“Howdy boy,” Jennie called out. Bear lifted his head lazily, putting it back down to snooze at the women’s feet.
“You ladies did great,” he said, sticking his thumbs in his belt loops and rocking on his feet.
“And, I have my first guests booked! They check in tomorrow morning. A Mr. Thomas and Mr. Jones.” Mara’s excitement bubbled over like a child showing off a new toy. Beau had a tinge of something, tapping at his brain. He dismissed it and couldn’t help but enjoy her excitement.
“That’s great darling, you’ll be overbooked sooner than you think,” he said. “I’m gonna head to town. Why don’t you clean up and we’ll get dinner and hit the salon before they close. You wanted your hair done, right?” She nodded, jumping up from the swing.
“Jennie, thank you so much, for everything.” Mara hugged her then quickly disappeared inside.
“Come sit with me Beau.” He moved next to the older woman, pushing the swing with his