Chapter 9
“You look like that caffeine should be in an IV instead of a cup,” said Craig Martinez. Landon looked up from the coffee cup his hand was curled around. He was sitting at his desk working on a search warrant request.
“My roommate’s baby has a cold and she spent most of the night wailing,” said Landon.
“Come into my office. We need to talk.”
Landon lifted an eyebrow. What did Craig want to say that couldn’t be said out here? He got up and followed the man into the office.
“Shut the door,” said Craig.
As he did so, Landon was more than a little apprehensive.
Craig settled in the chair behind his desk. “I never deactivated the contact number we used for your undercover op in the Azor cartel.”
“I’m not really ready for another one yet.”
“I don’t think so either. Anyway, imag
