Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

questions?” Romero asked Austin, who looked more comfortable in his baggy athletic shorts and KHS football shirt.
    “So, Miss Hill is n’t a guidance counselor at all? She’s actually a DEA agent?” Austin scratched his head and stared disbelievingly at Annie.
    “That’s right,” Annie answered.
    “That’s cool. Do you have a gun?”
    “Yes, but I’ve found most everyone in Keeneston has a gun.”
    “True. My mom has a .38. I guess it’s not so cool then.”
    “Do you know what you’re supposed to do?” Annie asked again. She feared working with kids. They tended to think they were on television instead of in real life. As a result, they could get hurt.
    “Yup.” The tech gave him a KHS sweatband and waited for him to put it on.
    “There are two cameras in yours: one in the H and one hidden in the logo on the back. You don’t have to watch him to get video, so just do everything naturally and forget the cameras are even there,” the tech explained.
    “Austin, you need to give John about ten minutes to get used to the area before you go in. We’ll be right outside.”
    “No problem. I owe my team this.” Austin climbed into his mom’s minivan and flipped open his cell phone to waste time while he waited.
    “Okay, let’s do this,” Romero called out. Techs gathered equipment and hopped into black government- issued cars as John pulled at his sweatpants again.
    Annie, Cade, Romero and an agent introduced as Jones, hesitantly climbed into the back of the utility truck and took off for the gym. Annie tried to appear confident, but it was hard when her whole case was resting on a senior citizen and a teenager.
     
    The truck was silent. Everyone was holding their breath as they watched John walk into the Keeneston Iron Club and Spa. The video was up, and they looked at the television monitor as they listened to the audio through headphones.
    John walked into the club and asked for a tour and the free week’s pass that was promoted for potential members. He was shown around by a perky blonde in tight black spandex pants and an equally tight, white tank top. By the end of the tour, Annie hadn’t seen much but the ass of the perky blonde, but at least John remembered to stop at the machines that faced the free weight area.
    John thanked the girl and settled down on one of the machines. On cue, Austin sauntered in, shot the same perky blonde a thumbs up, and headed to the locker room. He dumped his things in a locker and headed for the free weights. It only took a minute for Devon Ross to appear. They picked him up first on John’s feed as he not so casually made a beeline for Austin, who was doing bicep curls in front of a mirror.
    “Long time, no see. How are you?” Devon asked as he shot a glance to the large two-way mirror on the second floor to where Cade said Trevor Gaylen had an office.
    “I was grounded, dude. Totally sucked.” Austin changed arms and continued to work out.
    “Did your parents find your stash?”
    “Hell no. I didn’t come home on time. I was too busy with this hot blonde if you know what I mean. The ‘rents totally freaked. But, since I couldn’t get to the gym, I couldn’t replenish. I’m running on empty, and I have the semi-finals next week. I need to catch up on my supplements.” Annie was relieved when Austin heaved the weight back on the rack and grabbed another one.
    Austin didn’t look at Devon, but he didn’t avoid him either. They were just two guys talking in the weight room. She had to give him credit, he was doing really well. Even John was doing his part. He moved to another machine slightly closer to the guys and attempted to work it while he casually kept his eyes straight ahead. When he moved machines, he turned his sweatband just enough to the side where Devon and Austin were in frame, but he was looking to the left of them so he wouldn’t draw attention.
    “Dude, this is harsh. I can’t believe this is burning. I’ve gotten spoiled with the supplements. Here, spot me.” Austin tossed some weights on the bar and lay down on the bench. Devon stood over him and spotted him as he cranked out a set on the bench press.
    “How many supplements do you need?” Devon asked as he helped put the bar back in place.
    “Two weeks. I need enough to get me through the championship game.”
    “Damn right. State champs all the way. It’ll be seven hundred.”
    “No prob. Grandma sent some money for my college fund last week.”
    “Okay. Meet