Undercover Protector. Molly O'Keefe

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      “What kind of stink?” Gordon asked.

      “Op-ed pieces in every major U.S. paper regarding the FBI and the swiftly diminishing civil rights of Americans.” Curtis cleared his throat. “It wasn’t good.”

      “That’s our guy?” Gordon asked, almost laughing. “He’s going to love us going undercover in his house.”

      “Well, that’s why I brought in Fitzgerald.” Curtis nodded, though the director seemed very unconvinced. “She’s good.”

      “She better be or he’ll be dead and we’ll be no closer to catching Delgado.”

      “Yes, sir,” Curtis said and Maggie and Gordon stood.

      “You have one week,” Walters said, “to turn up anything that proves this isn’t a wild-goose chase and then I’m pulling the undercover operation. After that, we’ll plant some protection outside his house.”

      “We’ve tried that, sir, and it doesn’t work. Six months ago the female witness was killed in the safe house with two armed guards right outside her door,” Curtis said. “The assailants had killed one guard and disabled the other and slit the witness’s throat. The Bureau, the LAPD and ATF had huge mud on their faces for that one. We ended up with more bodies and no evidence. There’s every likelihood that the Gomez case would end the same way.”

      “Or not. Either way you’ve got the Bureau out on a limb going into this guy’s house. He’s a public figure right now, a public figure with no respect for the necessary investigative measures the Bureau takes. This has the potential to go bad in a big way. You got me?”

      “Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

      Before she turned toward the door, Walters’s brown eyes bored into hers and she felt like a bug under glass, skewered and exposed. “Fitzgerald?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Your brother was the cop—”

      “Yes, sir.” Maggie interrupted before he could finish. As always it was on the tip of her tongue to explain Patrick had been set up, but she’d screamed her throat raw trying to get people to believe that without proof.

      Walters studied her and she did not flinch. Did not blink. He could look for any sign that she was as flawed and corrupt as everyone thought her brother was. He could look for any weakness, any soft spot that might be used against her or the Bureau.

      He wouldn’t find them.

      Walters smiled again and a chill danced down Maggie’s spine.

      “What year did you graduate?”

      “99-92,” she said giving the year of her graduation and the class number.

      “She was top of her class in investigation and fitness,” Curtis said, leaping to her defense. She gave him a quick half smile of appreciation.

      “You were a part of the hydroponics farm drug sting last year,” Walters asked.

      She nodded again.

      “Well, Fitzgerald. Let’s hope you can do the job.”

      “Yes, sir.” She nodded.

      There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she could do this job. Even in one week, she could do this job.

      FOUR HOURS LATER Maggie, Gordon and Curtis were in place, the three of them and thousands of dollars of surveillance equipment wedged into a white utility van parked at the bottom of Gomez’s street.

      “You all right?” Curtis’s hand on Maggie’s shoulder felt like a ton of bricks, a million pounds of expectation.

      “I’m good,” Maggie answered. “Ready.”

      She had been ready for this moment for six months. Since the very moment she and her family found out Patrick had been killed—exactly two weeks before he was supposed to give testimony against Delgado.

      That moment had created this moment, which she knew would create the moment Delgado either rotted away behind bars or was given the lethal injection.

      These were the only possible outcomes.

      She took a deep breath of the humid air in the van and held out her hand. Curtis dropped the three surveillance bugs in her palm and she slipped them into the special pocket in her khaki pants.

      “How come no one asks me if I’m all right?” Gordon whined from his station in front of the monitors; his brown hair glowed red from them. “Maybe I’m a little nervous. I’m sweating my ass off and I’m starving—”

      “Shut up, Gordon,” Maggie said out of habit more than anything.

      Curtis leaned close, his broad sweaty face illuminated by the red and green monitors. “This guy is smart, Maggie.”

      “I know.” According to the file, Gomez had spent more time undercover than she had. His investigative journalism had taken him to some pretty scary places and the man always got out alive and with the story.

      “And tough,” Curtis added.

      “No kidding.” Gordon whistled through his teeth. “He wouldn’t even tell the Iraqis his name until they broke his arm in four places.”

      Maggie swallowed and looked down at her clenched hands. He wouldn’t even tell the Iraqis his name. She could hardly fathom that kind of pain. Or that kind of strength.

      “Don’t for a minute underestimate Caleb Gomez or let your guard down.”

      “I got it, Curtis.” She tried to keep her frustration to a minimum. “Let me do my job.”

      She was good undercover. She had the ability to turn her real self off. Maggie Fitzgerald disappeared and instead she became an instrument, a camera. Something sharp and smart that collected all information and stayed solidly in character. It made her a highly sought after undercover agent.

      She was good. Now it was time for her to be the best.

      Caleb Gomez was not going to be a problem.

      “Hey.” Her boss grabbed her hand where it rested on the back door of the Municipal Utilities van she had spent way too much time in already. “I don’t need to tell you what’s at stake here—”

      “Curtis, I was at the briefing. Benny Delgado is after Gomez—”

      “No,” Gordon interrupted. “He means what’s at stake for us.”

      The two men stared at her and she tried not to roll her eyes. These two could be so damn dramatic sometimes.

      “We blow this and we’re back at robberies or celebrity stalkings,” Curtis said.

      “And I can’t afford the pay cut,” Gordon added. “Daddy just bought a new car.”

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