Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

hiked them up over plaid boxers. The thug nodded his head to the nearby ice cream cone stand. The kid and the thug walked over, got in line and started talking.
    She had been tracking this thug for weeks. He was a drug soldier for Juan Carlos’s gang. About six months ago, Annie’s team at the DEA had been notified by an ER doctor of his suspicions of a new drug being pushed to kids, a drug that caused heart attacks in young, athletic boys. Annie investigated and found all the victims were local high school football players ranging in age from fourteen to eighteen.
    Then, two weeks ago, she got a call from the same ER doctor. A kid was admitted for collapsing during a friendly football game. She rushed to the ER and interviewed the kid before he went in for heart surgery. She had been told of Diego, the friendly neighborhood drug dealer. She had tracked him to this beach as his primary place of dealing while the kids were out on summer break.
    She adjusted her dark pink sarong to make sure the small Sig 9mm Mosquito that was tucked into her pale pink bikini bottoms was hidden from view. The last thing she needed was for someone to see her walking down the beach with a gun. She pulled her long, red hair from the ponytail and shook it out. The guys told her they liked seeing long hair dancing in the breeze, so she went with it. She pushed up her breasts so they were almost spilling out of her triangle top. She was pretty sure Diego wouldn’t become suspicious of a big-breasted, beach bimbo.
    “Geezus, Blake! You trying to garner attention? You’re supposed to be undercover,” her earpiece crackled. Annie looked past the ice cream stand to the ice truck parked in the lot. She gave the DEA agents who filled the truck along with surveillance equipment a little wink.
    Annie gave one last toss of the hair and started walking across the beach to the ice cream stand. Her voluptuous hips swayed, and her breasts teetered precariously in her top as she banked the intelligence behind her dark green eyes. Diego and the kid had just bought their cones and were now standing to the side of the ice cream stand. She headed right toward them and gave Diego a sultry smile when he looked up and saw her.
    “Hey,” she bit down seductively on her pouty, lower lip. “I heard you were the man to contact if I wanted to score ,” she winked.
    “Dios mio. I would love to help you, but I don’t sell what you’re looking for.”
    “But, I was told you were the man. That you could give a girl anything she wants.” Annie paused, “Well, how about whatever you’re giving the kid. Maybe that can hold me over until I find a real man to give me what I want.”
    “Oh, lady, you’re killing me. This stuff is for athletes. How about you both meet me here tomorrow at two ?” Diego turned to the kid, “You bring your buddies. Tell them it’s five hundred a vial.” Annie bit her lip again in a pout and wrapped some of her straight hair around her finger. “And you, hmm,” he said to her as he rubbed his crotch, or what she guessed to be his crotch. She couldn’t tell where anything was under his baggy shorts. “You meet me here, too. I will get something special for you. Three hundred.” He gave one last rub to his crotch and started walking down the beach, holding up his shorts as he went.
    “Good job, Blake. We lost sight of the kid . Do you have eyes on him?”
    “Yeah, he’s with five other boys, ages fifteen to seventeen. Looks like they’re going to be playing a little beach football.” She lay down on her towel and pulled out her camera. She snapped some photos of the beach and then swung the camera around and got some photos of the boys. She zoomed in on the t-shirt of one of the boys with the name of a local high school football team. Bingo.
    “Hey, sexy, how about we put that camera to good use?”
    “Get lost, jackass.”
    “Aw, don’t hate the player, hate the game.”
    She looked up at the muscled beach bum, “How about I hate both. Now get lost , I’m not going to have sex with you now or ever.” He looked stunned at the rejection and slowly walked off towards his next victim.
    “Ouch, Blake. We thought you were a bitch because you couldn’t get laid.”
    “Bite me.”
    “With pleasure.”
    “The boys are leaving.” She watched as they started to walk toward a minivan that had just pulled up and honked its horn.
    “Copy that. Go home. Same place and time tomorrow.”
    Annie stood up, rolled up her