Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

kill two of my men and organize a riot in a prison to fix this Keeneston matter. I don’t care about anything else. I want this fixed.” With a satisfying crash, he threw his coffee mug into the wall and watched it shatter.
    Sergei cleared his throat. “Sir, I think we should take him down before he digs any further.”
    “Oh? You think?” he spat. Luckily, that prison warden had contacted Sergei or he’d never have found Cy Davies’s identity. He turned to his right-hand man, the only one he’d been able to depend on for all these years. “Get your ass to Keeneston and get a base set up. I’ll be there by the end of the week.”
     
    *     *     *
     
    “Come in,” Gemma yelled as she hung up the phone. Cy walked through the door and into her room. “Hey. Where did you go last night?”
    “I know how important this is to you and you were on such a roll I didn’t want to interrupt. How is it going this morning?”
    “Excellent. I have something big, but now I don’t know what to do with it.” Gemma jumped up and started pacing the room. “I tracked down the man with the goatee that Senator Bruce told us about. Then I had a buddy from the IRS pull his records. Guess what I found?” Gemma knew she was waving her hands around like a mad woman, but she was just too excited.
    “What?”
    “He has a huge house in the suburbs of D.C., but he also has a very nice condo downtown. I have a gut feeling his wife may not know about this second house because the taxes were filed separately, almost like he was hiding it from her. Do you know why I think that?”
    “Why?”
    “Because he writes it off as rental property he’s owned for two years. Funny thing about it, though—he’s never collected rent.”
    “A perfect place to hide a girlfriend,” Cy stated with less excitement than she had hoped. “We just have to find a way to turn her. Shouldn’t be hard. She probably doesn’t know he’s married.”
    “I might have already done that.” That got his attention. Gemma almost laughed as Cy’s head snapped up. “I kinda called and pretended to be his insurance adjuster and said someone filed a claim against him for hit and run. I told her he needed to come into the police station immediately as they were looking into criminal charges.” Gemma paused and took a deep breath. They finally had a lead and she did it her way. She couldn’t stop smiling.
    “And?” Cy coaxed.
    “And she told me he left for Kentucky this morning and gave me his cell phone number so I could call him.”
    Cy stood up and hurried to her desk. “Where’s the number?” he asked.
    “Here.” Gemma handed him her notes with the number circled. “What are you going to do?”
    “Track it. I guess they’ve found us out. Let’s take the offensive and see what they’re up to.” Cy opened her laptop and started typing. Screens popped up and Gemma was lost as to what he was doing. Then all of a sudden a map appeared on the screen with a little dot on it. “Bingo.”
    “Where’d you learn to do that?”
    “Spy school. I’m full of neat tricks.” Gemma remembered some of those neat tricks and suddenly felt hot. “It looks like he’s right outside of Keeneston. Let’s see what he’s been up to.”
    Cy’s fingers flew over the keyboard as he typed away. “What are you doing now?” Gemma asked.
    “Pulling up all his financials and all the information I can on that address. It’s a private residence on a horse farm right outside town. It was for sale, but a cash offer was made today, probably by our guy. Oh, and look at this. He just purchased a ticket to the Mayor’s Annual Charity Ball in Lexington tonight.”
    “Why would he do that? Fly into town, buy a house, and attend a ball?” Gemma wondered.
    “He’s laying the groundwork. His boss is very powerful and he may have connections here . . . or he will shortly.”
    “So, what are we going to do?”
    “Dance. You need a gown, sweetheart.”
     

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
     
    Gemma stepped into the beautiful royal-blue silk dress and prayed it fit. Kenna gave her the nod and Gemma sucked in as the zipper made its way up.
    “Oh, thank goodness.” Gemma let out her breath. The dress fit. She had three hours to get ready for a formal ball. Cy had called Paige, who had called Kenna, who had called Dani, who had called Katelyn. Soon her room was filled with women, dresses, shoes, hair products, and things she couldn't identify.
    “They give you cleavage,