Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

me in the locker room in fifteen minutes.”
    “Sure, dude. I got one more set here. Can you still spot?”
    Annie wanted to cheer. He pulled it off so far, even asking him to stay around while he did another set. John got up and moved to another machine as Devon moved to talk to some other people working out. Romero gave a chuckle as the sounds of heavy breathing came across the audio. John was not enjoying himself. They all broke out into grins when John murmured something about needing some pie before he died.
    Fifteen minutes later Austin made his way to the locker room. Devon was already there with a brown paper bag. Without talking, Austin unlocked his locker, got out a bag with money in it and tossed it to Devon.
    “You got any needles in there? I’m running low on them too.” Austin opened the bag and looked in, giving the camera a good shot of the needles and two vials of S2.
    “Move in,” Romero said into a walkie-talkie. Moments later the locker room was full of agents with Dinky and Noodle representing the local law enforcement.
    Devon and Austin were put in cuffs and arrested. Devon was placed in one of the DEA vehicles with Agent Jones and taken to Lexington. Austin was put in the Keeneston Sheriff’s Department cruiser and taken home by Dinky and Noodle.
    “Good job, Blake. We didn’t get enough to take down Trevor, but Devon strikes me as a talker. I’ll let you know how the interrogation goes.” He hopped out of the truck and signaled for the driver to take them back to John’s house. Her cover was intact, an arrest had been made, and her kids were now safe. It was a good day.
     
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    Trevor felt the sweat break out on his forehead. The digitized voice coming over the phone was beyond angry and wanted blood. He had watched from his office when Austin came in and started working out. He hadn’t been in for weeks. Stupidly, he had been relieved to see him. The prodigal son returning and all of that. Devon had raced upstairs and explained that he had been grounded for staying out all night with some girl and needed enough S2 to make it through the championship game.
    Trevor had foolishly given the drugs to Devon, thinking that the boss would be happy to have the star player back on board. He had stood there, watching through his window as Devon made his way to the locker room. He watched as Austin finished up a set of squats and followed after him. And then his world crashed down on him as he watched men in bad suits and a couple sheriff’s deputies race through the gym and straight into the locker room.
    Devon and Austin had been led out of the room in handcuffs, and his heart had stopped beating. Austin didn’t have enough evidence to convict anyone but Devon. On the other hand, Devon had enough knowledge to make things very hot for him.
    Trevor had known right then that the next forty-eight hours would determine one of three things: he’d be dead, in jail, or on the run. He had a contingency plan, of course. Any smart criminal did. He had a fake passport declaring him as one Travis Golden, a Bahamas resident. Further, he had a nice little bank account already established there under that name. Then the phone had rung and the Bahamas were looking better and better.
    “How the hell did you let this happen? Who told the cops? Was it that little brat?”
    “I don’t think so. He was arrested as well.” Trevor wiped his forehead and sat down in his chair. Acid was building in his stomach as more and more curse words spewed forth from Boss.
    “It must be Davies then. Rough him up a little and kill that stupid slut of a girlfriend. That should teach him to keep his mouth shut. And for God’s sake, get someone into that holding cell with Devon and take care of him before he talks.”
    “Blood or no blood?” Trevor asked.
    “Normally I would have you rip his damn tongue out and slash his throat, but that would garner too much attention. He’s diabetic. Have someone shoot him up with insulin. Go to his house first and plant enough evidence that the cops will be forced to stop their investigation. Let Devon take the fall for everything. He was stupid enough to get arrested.”
    “What about our next shipment of S2? Won’t the cops be surprised to see it again if we have any more health issues?”
    “Not if you take care of this tonight. If not, I’ll order your death. Got it?”
    “Yes, Boss.”
    “Now, the new shipment has been altered slightly, so it