Poker Face (The Masks Series Book 4) Page 8

  “I told you. I’m not going anywhere. You take me with you or we’re going to be doing this well into the night.”

  Placing my hands on my hips, I muttered a string of unhealthy swear words and resisted the urge to punch him.

  “Good.” He nodded once I’d stopped. “Do you want me to drive?”

  My incredulous look made him snort with laughter. He jogged around to the passenger side of the car and jumped in before I could lock the door on him.

  Jerking my seatbelt over my body, I snapped it into place and started the engine.

  “This is gonna be a long drive, so do me a favor and don’t talk.”

  His lips pursed to the side, but he did me the courtesy of nodding and turning to look out the window.

  Much to my surprise, he kept his word. The five-hour drive to Yuma was slow and painful; no amount of music or radio chatter could make it better. Antsy, I kept flicking through the channels until an hour from our destination, Dad eventually slapped my hands away from the switch.

  “You’re doing my head in, buddy. Just. Leave. It.”

  I smirked, glad I’d managed to piss him off.

  “Where are we going anyway?”

  “A little diner in Yuma.”

  “Why?”

  I raked my hand through my hair and decided to spill. He’d no doubt refuse to stay in the car, so I had no choice but to tell him.

  “I got a call from Caity’s cell this afternoon. It was this guy called Agent Rhodes. He was one of the guys working with her on this case. He doesn’t know where she is, but he’s gonna help me find her.”

  My words were clipped and sharp. I felt like a robot.

  “You really love this girl, don’t you?”

  “She’s everything, Dad.” My jaw worked to the side.

  Thankfully, he didn’t say anything more, just nodded as if he knew exactly what I was talking about. I wondered if he was thinking of Mom and it surprised me how much I wanted that to be true.

  I frowned at my seditious thoughts. I’d been hating my father for way too long to picture him happily-ever-after with my mom. Gripping the wheel, I focused on the road, not even noticing the bright orb setting in the rearview mirror.

  The diner was easy to find, right off the main highway. More of a rest stop than anything.

  We got out of the car and stretched our backs in much the same way. I hated how alike we were. I’d actually forgotten how similar our facial features were and I was finding it really off-putting. Dad still looked pretty young for his age.

  The door jingled when we opened it. I had no idea what Rhodes looked like, but he waved at me the second I walked in. It only occurred to me then that he’d probably known me from watching Caity. I felt violated in a weird kind of way.

  We slid into the booth opposite him. He flicked his thumb at Dad and was about to ask who he was when his skin blanched. I thought his green eyes were about to pop out and roll across the table.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

  Dad’s eyes narrowed. “Uh-huh.”

  Rhodes swallowed, leaning back against the plush booth seat and flicking his menu open, completely stumped.

  I clicked my fingers to get his attention. “Hey, can we focus? We’re here to talk about Caity, not him.”

  Rhodes’s head bobbed, but his eyes were still fixed on Dad. He shook his head and muttered, “Unbelievable.”

  “So, what can you tell us?” I pressed my elbows into the table, getting straight to the point.

  Rhodes nodded, his brow scrunching with what I assumed was shame.

  “Kaplan suspected Mendez of human trafficking. He’s been in the smuggling business for a while now and when those girls started disappearing, she thought of him first. She’s never wrong, you know? Her gut instinct is solid.”

  “Unlike her morality,” I snipped.

  Rhodes didn’t fight back, just shook his head with a sad smile.

  “I questioned it when she first wanted to bring Caity onboard, but she was convinced it would work...and she was right. Caity was amazing. She’s not even trained and she led us straight to those girls. She saved lives this weekend. Most of those girls made it back to their families because of her.”

  A familiar pride swelled in my chest. That sounded like my Caity.

  “What happened? What went wrong?” Dad asked.

  Rhodes shrugged. He looked as defeated as I felt. “The raid went smoothly, minimal injury to our agents and the SWAT team, and I swear we searched every room for her. But she was gone.”

  “Who would have taken her?”

  “I’m not really supposed to talk about the case.”

  I thumped the table, making the cutlery dance. Rhodes lifted his hands as two white flags.

  “But I’m breaking the rules, because I can’t just sit by and...” He shook his head and glanced out the window. “This guy, Detective Sullivan, called Kaplan and I heard her on the phone. She was denying all knowledge of Caity and...” His jaw clenched. “It wasn’t right. I figured someone must be looking for her, which is why I called you. She—” His lips drew into a thin line, like he was resisting the words somehow. “She really loves you. It nearly killed her to break up with you, and then that day she ran away.” He let out a dry laugh. “She told Kaplan exactly what she thought.”

  I didn’t like the way Rhodes’s eyes were sparkling. It was obvious how much he admired my girlfriend. I shot him a dark glare and he cleared his throat, adjusting his expression.

  “Why did Caity have to break up with Eric? What was the point?” Dad tapped the table to draw Rhodes’s attention.

  The agent scrubbed his face and let out a tired sigh. “We knew Eric would fight her going. She couldn’t tell him the truth and we needed her in Mendez’s house. Her job was to get close enough to Quella that she’d be invited home for the weekend. That way she could sneak around and get us whatever information she could.”

  “How the fuck could you go along with this! She’s nineteen!” My muscles vibrated as I fought the urge to leap across the table and deck him.

  “I know, but she’s a talented girl.” His eyes flicked to my dad in question and I shook my head.

  “What aren’t you telling me?” Dad looked between us.

  With a sigh, I quickly related the details of Caity’s eyesight. I kept my sentences short and factual. Dad’s disbelieving suspicion slowly ebbed as Rhodes backed up my every word.

  “That’s why Kaplan wanted to use her. She never would have asked otherwise.”

  “I can’t believe she got away with it,” I muttered.

  “Look, she screwed up and she knows it; that’s why she's denying everything. She has to save face, right?” Rhodes’s bitter tone was encouraging. I was glad he was just as pissed as I was. At least we were on the same page. “Caity went offline Thursday morning. She called in at 3.15 a.m. telling us she’d found the girls and that Mendez had a meeting scheduled for some time that day. She was supposed to check in again that afternoon, but we never heard from her. I wanted to go in then, but Kaplan ordered us to wait for the buyers, so we were watching the exits. We saw three cars approaching the house from the south, late afternoon. It was the buyers. We caught everyone we needed to, except...”

  “Caity.” I finished for him.

  “And Miguel Vera.”

  “Who?”

  “Head of security for Mendez. I don’t know if he was in the house or not when the raid happened, but I’ve been doing some digging on the guy.”

  “And?”

  “He’s got a gambling problem. He plays high-stakes poker.”

  My heart fell into my stomach; I could feel it sizzling in the acid. I pressed my fingers into my forehead and closed my eyes. Caity, the poker-playing queen. I relived the day she beat her arrogant brother, Toby, by using her eyesight and calling his every bluff.

  “He used her. He somehow found out what she could do and he used her to win at poker.”

  “It’s a theory.”<
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  “It’s the truth.” I slammed back into the seat and gripped the table. “You know it is.”

  Rhodes had to nod.

  “Do you think he’s got her?”

  “Quite possibly, but we can’t find him right now.”

  “Who’s looking?”

  Rhodes flicked his eyes away from me.

  I kicked him under the table.

  “Ow!” He scowled at me.

  “Who. Is. Looking for him?”

  Dad sighed, running his hand over the shiny tabletop. “No one.”

  Rhodes dipped his head.

  “This is so incredibly fucked-up!”

  The waitress at the counter jumped, scrambling for a pencil. “Sorry, sirs, I’m coming.”

  I closed my eyes, feeling nauseous.

  She flittered to our table. “What can I get you?”

  I couldn’t speak. Dad ordered for us, mumbling softly to the waitress. Her eyes kept jittering to me. She probably thought I was a complete douche bag, but she didn’t know. She hadn’t lost the love of her life to some human-trafficking, poker-playing scum.

  As soon as the waitress trotted off with our order, Dad restarted the conversation. “What’s to say Mendez didn’t sell her before Miguel even got his hands on her?”

  “Nothing.” Rhodes shrugged. “But I still feel like Miguel is our best bet.”

  “So, explain something to me.” Dad rested his elbows on the table. “I don’t know Caity at all, but I’m struggling to figure out how a nineteen-year-old college student would agree to do this.”

  “You’re right, Dad. You don’t know her,” I muttered.

  “She’s got a heart of gold. She couldn’t turn her back on those girls. As soon as Kaplan told her the story, we knew we had her.”

  “Seriously? You convinced her to break up with Eric and go to some guy’s house and play spy just by telling her about the girls? That seems way too easy.”

  My dad was so freaking cynical! If he knew Caity even a little bit, he wouldn’t be saying this shit.

  “It wasn’t that easy.” Rhodes’s voice was dry. “She outright refused to dump Eric. In fact, she was going to tell him everything.”

  I looked up at Rhodes, my breath going on hold.

  “That weekend in San Diego. She was going to spill it all, but I stopped her.”

  I clenched my fists. “Why?”

  “Because Kaplan had a really big card up her sleeve.” Rhodes swallowed, scratching the back of his neck. “She threatened Caity with the one thing she couldn’t stand to lose.”

  My brow wrinkled in confusion.

  Rhodes gave me an apologetic look before finally muttering, “Your life.”

  Chapter 15

  Eric

  I couldn’t quite buy into it. A confused look marred my features as I tried to wrap my head around what Rhodes had just said.

  “Are you trying to tell us that Kaplan threatened to kill Eric if Caity didn’t do what she said?” Dad’s voice was like iron.

  “In a roundabout kind of way.” Rhodes grimaced.

  “How could you be okay with that?”

  “I wasn’t! But she’s my boss, we needed to find those girls and Caity was getting sick of it. When she took off to San Diego without telling anyone, Kaplan needed a way to pull her into line.”

  The comment made me want to punch that slightly crooked nose right off his face. My fists were so tight my nails were digging into my palms.

  “The only way to keep me safe,” I muttered. “That’s what her note said.”

  “Note? What note?”

  I rubbed my forehead. “She left me a note. Gave it to Dale to give to me.”

  Rhodes’s forehead crinkled, his lips twitching before breaking into a grin. “That little...” He shook his head with a chuckle. “She said that was for Nicole.”

  I glared at him, not enjoying the look of admiration on his face.

  Rhodes caught my expression and pursed his lips. “She’s an amazing girl.”

  “I know,” I seethed. “Which is why I can’t believe you let Kaplan hold something over her. What kind of threat did she have against my life anyway?”

  The agent sighed. “She found some money trail that lead back to this guy, Marchant? She built a file and threatened to post it to him if Caity didn’t break up with you and go away with Quella.” Rhodes shrugged.

  Dad jerked beside me, his body going rigid. “That was you guys?”

  Rhodes frowned, his head shaking in confusion. “She wasn’t going to post it, at least I was pretty sure she wouldn’t, but just the very idea freaked Caity out enough to do exactly as she was told.”

  Dad was across the table in a flash, ripping at Rhodes’s collar. “Your little stunt led them straight to us!”

  Rhodes tried to slap Dad off him. “We didn’t notify them! It was just a hacker looking for dirt.”

  “Dad.” I pulled on his shirt, aware of the waitress and her wide-eyed shock. “Sit down.”

  With a firm yank, I pulled him back into his seat. His expression remained black and furious.

  “My father died because of your stupidity.”

  The news startled Rhodes. Digging his fingers into his thick curls, his cheeks puffed wide and he blew out a slow breath. “But Kaplan never sent the file.”

  “Yeah, well, all the searching obviously set off alarm bells in the Marchant camp and he sent his goons to hunt down my son.” Dad let out a disgusted snort and shook his head. “Do you even know what this guy is capable of?”

  “We know he’s a dirty businessman who’s gotten away with the odd murder, but—”

  “That’s it? That’s all you think he is?”

  Rhodes frowned.

  “Lucian Marchant is a supply and demand guy. He will get anyone anything for the right price. We’re talking artwork, sports cars, drugs, women...” Dad swallowed. “Children. This guy has no boundaries, no morals and your little search undid everything I’ve been trying to do for the last eight years!”

  “Human trafficking?” Rhodes shook his head. “No way. Kaplan would be all over that. She’s got a real thing about slavery, especially when it involves kids.”

  “What makes you think the FBI would even know what Marchant is really up to? His name’s not attached to anything. He’s the ultimate silent partner, runs it all behind the scenes.” Dad shrugged. “Sure there’s the odd suspicion, but the LVPD are too afraid to go after him, and you guys...you can’t get enough proof to make a move.” Slumping back in his seat, Dad dug out that poker chip of his and started tapping it against the table. “I tell ya, Rhodes, this is one hell of SNAFU.”

  The agent scoffed, leaning forward and looking gray. “Nothing was ever situation normal about any of this. The whole case is...” Rhodes pressed his lips together, the angles of his face highlighted by his taut expression.

  The waitress arrived, the tray in her arm a little unsteady as she placed our orders down. She gave us each a quivering smile and I made a mental note to leave her an extra-large tip.

  I forced a closed-mouth smile her way and nodded my thanks.

  She scuttled back behind the counter and I gazed down at my food. It looked foul. A dry burger patty slapped between stale bread with a limp lettuce leaf on top. The coleslaw side was runny and even the fries were overcooked.

  Dad slapped down the ketchup bottle next to my plate. “Just eat,” he mumbled.

  I banged out a healthy dollop and dipped a fry into the red sauce.

  Rhodes chewed his mouthful with a slight grimace. “Look, I can’t take back what I’ve done, but Kaplan cutting Caity loose is wrong. She knows it too, but she never screws up. She always gets the bad guys and comes out golden. Caity’s disappearance has really thrown her, which is why she’s gone into denial about it. If she finds out I’m talking to you guys, my ass is grass. But I don’t care. We fed that beautiful girl to the wolves and I’m not walking away from that. I told you, I will do everything in my power to help you find her,
and I mean it.”

  I paused, french fry halfway to my mouth, and really looked at him.

  He was telling the truth. I could see it. His open face showed me everything.

  Jealousy ripped through me. I didn’t want this guy loving Caity the way I did. She meant more to me than anyone could. Part of me wanted to get rid of him. We could do this on our own. But he was an FBI agent and he had connections I’d never be able to make. I needed him, damn it.

  “Where are we going to start?”

  “I’m looking into Miguel Vera. If he’s got a gambling problem, there are plenty of debt collectors out there who will have a bounty on his head. I’ll go underground, see what I can find out.”

  “What about Kaplan?”

  “I’ll be doing this on the quiet. She can have her glory wrapping up this case. She doesn’t need me around.”

  “She doesn’t deserve it.”

  “It’s better that she’s distracted. It gives me time to work behind her back.”

  I nodded, finding it impossible not to keep scowling at him. I was still pretty pissed that he’d let it go this far.

  “I know what you’re thinking and I’m sorry, okay. I should have stood up for her. I should have told Kaplan she was way out of line, but I didn’t, and there’s nothing I can do to change that now. All I wanted was to get those girls home to their families. And now all I want to do is offer Caity the same courtesy. So please, stop looking at me like you hate me and let me help you.”

  I sighed and turned away from him.

  "She saved a lot of lives doing this operation, you know."

  “Yeah, and sacrificed her own,” I spat.

  Rhodes looked glum as he picked at the food on his plate. “I just hope she knows they made it out okay.”

  Dad cleared his throat. “Well, when we find her, we can tell her.”

  Rhodes and I nodded in unison, but neither of us could crack a smile. Yes, the hopeless situation didn’t seem as dire as it did this morning, but our chances of finding Caity were still slim...and the worst part was, I just had to sit around and wait until Rhodes managed to dig up a lead we could follow.

  The rest of the meal passed in silence and after ten minutes, Rhodes couldn’t hack it anymore. He dumped some money on the table and stood.