I could give her that dream before I left so she had some proof of how I really felt about her.
I could turn the house I was in now into a bed and breakfast. I was renting it, but the owners of the house were expressing an interest in selling. It needed some work, and they weren’t willing to update it, and they kept trying to talk me into a rent-to-own type of scenario.
If I could work hard enough to pay for the house outright, I could gift it to Cindy so she could follow her dream.
She would be taken care of, she would be far away from me, and she and Lily could live happily ever after.
“Graham?”
“What?”
I rose up and knocked my head against the hood of the car.
“You have a fancy visitor,” Kevin said.
“The fuck are you talking about?” I asked.
Kevin pointed to someone standing off to my side. I panned my gaze over to Paul as I stood to match his height.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“We need to talk somewhere private,” he said.
“I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what’s going on,” I said.
Paul was not dressed in a police uniform. He was in a three-piece suit with a gun on his hip and mace at his side. I watched him withdraw a badge, and when he flashed it at me, I felt my heart drop to my toes.
He had a fucking CIA badge.
“Where would you like to talk?” Paul asked.
“Back room’s fine,” I said. “Kevin, I’ll be right back.”
“You need anything?” Kevin asked.
“Possibly an alibi, depending on what this is about,” I said, trying to keep it light so as not to alert my boss.
I ushered Paul into the back room before I closed the door behind me. I knew he had a gun on his hip, but I guaranteed I was faster than him. My eyes fell on his face, and he puffed out his chest like he was some fucking hotshot behind that badge of his.
I remembered those days of feeling powerful because of some shined up piece of metal.
“I take it you’re not really a police officer,” I said.
“Not since my military days,” Paul said.
“So what’s real and what’s not?” I asked.
“You don’t even understand the half of it, Anderson. That’s your real name: Anderson. Not Tucker like you’ve been telling everyone.”
“Then make me understand,” I said, ignoring his comments about my name.
“When Cindy’s husband died, it tanked all of us. Me. Her. His parents. Her parents. My parents. Everyone. He was a beloved man, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to continue in the military without him at my side.”
“And?” I asked, urging him to get on with it.
“When I left the military, I was contacted by Robert Buckley.”
“You were contacted,” I said.
“Yes. Name sound familiar?”
“Yeah. He was my fucking boss,” I said.
“I was like you. Strong. Independent. At the time of my recruitment, I had no ties to family. I was expendable, so I was the first to be volunteered for secret missions. After being trained, of course.”
“And how exactly did you end up in the same town you grew up in? Close to Cindy and Lily. The Agency stations you wherever they want you,” I said.
“I made it clear that if they wanted me, I needed to be close to the people I’d sworn to protect. With my military service, they granted me that wish.”
“How cozy,” I said. “What does this have to do with me?”
“You were told to stop investigating the mob after the mission went south, Anderson. And you didn’t.”
“No. I didn’t because they were guilty as fuck.”
“You were reckless. You went against orders.”
“Not gonna lie, this sounds like a debrief,” I said.
“And you think I’m going to let you get that reckless with Cindy and Lily? After I promised my best friend that I would look after them? You got reckless and careless and all high-and-mighty, and it cost you your family, Graham.”
I felt my eyes widen as I took a step back.
“What?” I asked.
“They told you to back down because the CIA struck a deal, Anderson, a deal to work with the Fresco crime family to take down some others. Every time we fucking turned around, you were blowing covers and getting agents killed,” Paul said.
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not,” he said. “And you know I’m not.”
“Why the hell would the CIA work with the mob, you idiot?”
“I just told you why. The Frescos were small fish in a very big pond. The Agency saw a way to use them to take out some much bigger fish. We teamed up with them to make sure no one worse than them ever rose to any kind of power and challenged our authorities elsewhere in the world. Don’t you get it? You blew the mission. You almost cost them the only power play they had. All because you thought you were doing the right thing.”
“So that’s why my family was killed? Because they thought they could shut me up by killing my wife and child?”
“You brought this on yourself,” he said. “Repeated warnings from your own damn boss didn’t deter you, so they did the only thing they could.”
“They killed an innocent woman and my child!”
“To save hundreds of thousands. Possibly millions. It was a numbers game, Anderson.”
“It was my family!”
I felt my blood boiling. I wanted to wrap my hands around this motherfucker’s throat and strangle him until his eyes popped out. The CIA had killed my family. They were working with this mob. They had gunned down my beautiful bride and my innocent son in the middle of our fucking home.
It was getting harder to breathe.
“How long?” I asked.
“How long what?” Paul asked
“How long has the CIA been working with those assholes?”
“Going on three years now. Once you went on the run, we were able to get a handle on things, controlling the influx of drugs and illegal arms into that section of the country. We’re working on establishing connections in other areas of the country so we can continue doing what we know is best.”
“What? Murdering innocent women and children? Did you have a hand in that? I swear to fuck, if you had anything to do with killing my family—”
“I’m not in a position to get my hands dirty like that anymore, but I am in a position to protect Cindy and Lily. They’re following you, tracking you like the dirty dog you are. They will find you and we will do nothing to stop them. Then I can go on about my business of protecting the two people who mean the most to me in this world.”
“I would never let them get hurt,” I said.
“What? Because you care? Your concern equals a death sentence for them,” he spat. “Leave them alone before they get hurt. Before Lily gets hurt. Before another woman and child die because of your recklessness.”
Paul went to move past me, and I reached out to grab his arm. I gripped him tightly, rendering him immobile as he flicked his suit coat back. Handcuffs were shining on his belt as his eyes hooked onto my face.
“I’m giving you a chance to run, and I suggest you take it,” he said.
I opened the door and went straight for my truck. I didn’t stop when Kevin called my name, and I didn’t try to make an excuse. I had to call Daniel. I had to tell him what I knew.
I had to figure out what the fuck to do.
“Slow down. Slow down. You’re talking too quickly.”
“They sanctioned the goddamn hit on my family because I was fucking up their relationship with the fucking mob. I was just trying to do the job they trained me to do and they killed my fucking family to send a message.”
“How do you know this?” Daniel asked.
“This cop friend of Cindy’s. Although he’s not really a cop apparently. Came to my work and flashed an Agency badge. He told me why they killed Cary and Kason. Said it was my fault and I brought it on them.”
“Okay, look. I’m still trying to take in what you’ve told me, but if this guy cornered you at work and he knows about your past, then he’s obviously got connections of some sort. The first thing you need to do is make sure Cindy and Lily are okay.”
“Are you still in town?” I asked.
“Yep. Been spending some time with Nicole. I’ll get to you as soon as I can.”