Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

so when the 9-1-1 call came in, the switchboard operator called her grandmother Edith, who called Miss Lily who lives next door, who then called Marcy, who in turn called Paige, who told me to get over here, or she’d make the incident with the vacuum cleaner seem like a piece of cake.
    “Oh, um, okay?” She had no idea about the vacuum cleaner, but Cade was nodding and clearly understanding the situation. At least he wasn’t trying to take her case away from her.
    “Excuse me,” Cole said as his cell phone rang. He opened it and strode across the room. “Parker. Yes, sir. The FBI will be more than happy to provide any back-up you may need. Sure, I will tell them. Call if there is anything else you need.” Cole shut off his phone and turned to the room. “Okay, men, all prisoners are to be read their rights and transported to the DEA offices in Lexington. There is to be no radio communication about this and no phone calls given. Ask for Special Agent in Charge Romero when you transfer the prisoners.”
    The Miranda warning started to echo throughout the room as the prisoners were cuffed and hauled off to various cruisers downstairs. “Miss Hill, if you don’t mind getting dressed, I have been asked to escort you and Cade to the DEA’s office as well.” Cole looked over to Cade and grinned. “Now, aren’t those cute boxers? A big smiling dog face right on your…wait! Is that a tail on the backside?” Cole laughed as a red faced Cade pulled on a pair of jeans.
    “Oh shut up or I’ll tell my sister you are thinking of giving her an iron for Christmas.” The remaining men in the room gasped and Cole went white.
    “That’s not funny. Get in the car, Davies.”
     
    Cade stood next to Romero and some federal prosecutor who thought way too much of himself. He looked through the two-way mirrored glass at a very calm and collected Trevor Gaylen who was chained to a gray metal table. The door opened and Annie walked in. Cade got a lot of pleasure seeing the confusion on Gaylen’s face.
    “Hello, Trevor. It’s nice to see you again. We were so busy the last time we saw each other that I didn’t get to properly introduce myself. I am Agent Blake with the DEA’s office.”
    “Agent? Well, bugger me.”
    “No thanks, I think I’ll just send you to jail and let someone else have that pleasure.”
    Annie walked in and took a seat across from him. She was all confidence and Cade couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She came to life in the interrogation room. “Strangest thing, Trevor, Devon Ross was found in a diabetic coma in his cell a little while ago. Luckily he was able to pull through. He told us a lot, Trevor. Funny thing, he wasn’t cooperating until you all decided to try to kill him.”
    “What does this have to do with me?”
    “I’m glad you asked. See, he told us who tried to kill him. We talked to him, and he gave up one of the men arrested with you tonight. Seems Jeremy was the guy holding me down so you could kill me. I talked to him for a bit, and he told me quite a story about you and your boss.”
    “I want a lawyer.” Trevor didn’t look so calm anymore. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and he had turned a ghostly shade of white. Annie, on the other hand, practically glowed.
    “That’s fine. You don’t have to talk. I’ll do all the talking. You just sit back and listen while I tell you a story. It’s a story of an immigrant who is wanted for murder in his home country. Even though his home country hasn’t had an execution since the 1960’s, apparently he managed to piss off all the major gangs and has basically signed his own death certificate if he goes back home. Of course, committing such a crime in the U.S. could result in his deportation if it were brought to the Scottish Ambassador’s attention.”
    “In this story, what does the poor immigrant need to do to stay out of his home country?” Cade watched as she slowly smiled as if she were a cat who had just eaten the canary.
    “I’m so glad you asked! You’re a perfect listener. If the immigrant writes down everything he knows about all the players in his organization, especially his boss, and agrees to testify, we can see about keeping him on American soil.”
    “But as you pointed out, the homeland doesn’t have the death penalty, but you all do.”
    “We’ll take it off the table if and when he chooses to cooperate. The offer expires in thirty minutes.” Annie placed a pad and a pen in front of him