Leverage
Leverage
C. M. Sutter
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Leverage: An Agent Jade Monroe FBI Crime Thriller, Book 4
FBI Agent Jade Monroe’s partner, J.T. Harper, has abruptly disappeared. The entire Serial Crimes Division hands off its current cases to concentrate on finding one of their own. They soon learn that J.T.’s sister, Julie, is also missing. Since she has no connection to the FBI, they fear she has been kidnapped and is being used as leverage in a twisted vendetta against J.T.
A video is delivered to the FBI with Julie as the unfortunate spokesperson, leading the team to believe that this mysterious kidnapper has more on his mind—and a deeper connection to J.T. Harper—than they could possibly know.
The mayhem worsens when J.T.’s former partner is murdered and dumped in front of the FBI headquarters as a sign of the kidnapper’s intentions. Now J.T.’s life is in the crosshairs, and as the days tick by, Julie’s life is in jeopardy too.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 1
“Heads-up, the Fed is getting ready to leave. He just checked the balcony sliders and drew the curtains. I’m guessing he’ll reach the parking garage in less than three minutes, so make damn sure you’re ready.”
The man calling out the commands lowered his binoculars and rearranged himself in the seat of the stolen champagne-colored Mercedes. From his location across the street from the stacked stone–accented condo in Whitefish Bay, he had the perfect vantage point, and the limousine tint on the windows afforded him a certain degree of anonymity. He didn’t leave anything to fate or bad judgment. He hadn’t gotten that far by being careless.
Carden Vetcher sat back low in the seat, thanks to the power seat adjuster at his left hand. He tipped his black felt fedora as he peered through the windshield at that second floor unit. A simple adjustment of the toggle switch on the side mirror gave him a crystal clear visual of the condo’s driveway behind him.
His high-class appearance was nothing more than a ruse that worked well in getting him through doors usually closed to Joe Q. Public. Having that powerful image also kept his subordinates in line. Truth be told, Carden had carved out a criminal enterprise for himself years back, and only his high IQ and a decent number of successes under his belt kept him in the black.
The earbud fit snuggly in his left ear, and his cell phone sat to his right on the empty passenger seat. “Where are you—exactly?”
“I’m lurking in the shadows. Where do you think I am?”
“Need I remind you who’s calling the shots, Anthony? I’d be happy to personally get that point across to you if necessary.”
“Okay, I hear the elevator coming down.”
“His parking spot is the second one to the left. Can you see his car, plate number 379-NNF?”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it. The elevator just dinged.”
“Make sure it’s him first, then nail him with the Taser.” Carden chuckled. “The idiot won’t know what hit him. Go directly to the warehouse and take the route I outlined for you. Stay on the back roads. I’ll be right behind you.”
“I have to go. The doors are opening.”
The phone call abruptly ended, telling Carden the attack had begun. The vehicle belonging to the agent would be leaving the underground parking garage at any minute, and the real fun would begin.
“Two down and one to go.” Carden rubbed his hands with anticipation. He watched the garage’s exit through his driver’s side mirror, then he turned the key in the ignition and shifted into Drive as the agent’s car came into view. A sinister smile lit up his face. “It’s party time.” He dialed the preset number on the burner phone. “Any problems, Anthony?”
“It was as easy as taking candy from a baby, Mr. Vetcher. He didn’t even have a chance to react.”
Carden laughed with pleasure. “Nice work.” He clicked the blinker and pulled out into traffic. “I’m right behind you.”
Chapter 2
I fidgeted as I waited in the booth next to the window at Café Central on Silver Spring Drive. J.T. was late, and that was unheard of. Our new Wednesday routine had been going well, and it gave us a nice morning distraction before our workday began. Whenever we were in town, we’d enjoy that weekday breakfast together before heading to the office. Our conversations centered around our siblings, pets, and current events. Shoptalk was shelved for fifty minutes once a week, and we’d enjoy good food and discuss everyday life.
I stared at my phone and willed a call or text to come in as it lay on the tabletop, but the phone remained silent. Wi
th a frustrated sigh, I looked over my shoulder through the wall of glass and peered down the street behind me. I did the same looking forward. The hustle and bustle of passersby going to work was evident on the sidewalk and street, yet J.T. was nowhere in sight.
“Agent Monroe?”
I glanced up and saw Amy, our usual waitress, holding the coffee carafe.
I forced a smile. “Hi, hon.”
“Would you like a refill?”
I nodded then stared out the window again.
Amy tipped the carafe and poured. “You look worried. Do you want me to bring the check, or do you want to continue waiting?”
I glanced at the clock hanging on the back wall. J.T. was a half hour late and hadn’t answered the ten calls I’d made to his phone. Each one went directly to voicemail. I was becoming more alarmed as the minutes ticked by. “Let’s settle up.”
“Sure thing. I hope everything is okay with Agent Harper.”
I gulped the half cup of fresh coffee she’d poured. “Me too.”
I tossed a buck on the table and followed Amy to the counter, where I paid for my coffee and left. I called Spelling as I climbed into my car and pulled out into traffic.
He picked up on the second ring. “Morning, Jade. What’s so urgent that you’re disrupting your Wednesday breakfast?”
“Sorry, sir, but are you at the office yet?”
“I’m pulling into the parking lot as we speak. Why?”
“Is J.T.’s car there?”
“Hold on while I get around to the back. I thought your Wednesday breakfasts were a standing thing?”
“I did too, but he didn’t show and I can’t reach him.” I rubbed my forehead and said a quick prayer that his car was parked behind our building.
“No sign of him, Jade. You tried his phone how many times?”
“At least ten. Do you have Julie’s contact information?”
“I do in my desk.”
I turned left at the green light with two blocks to go. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” I clicked off and slipped into the far right lane. One more turn and I’d be at the driveway to our office in Glendale. I turned the last corner and pulled around to the rear of our building and parked. The void to my right, where J.T.’s car usually sat, felt like a bad omen. I rushed to the back entrance and swiped my badge then passed through the security door. Spelling’s office was the largest, so it was located at the end of the corridor. Our conference room stood directly across from it, taking up half the length of the hallway. I knocked on Spelling’s closed door. The rest of the team was due to show up within a half hour.
“Come in, Jade.”
I entered and took a seat then placed my phone on the empty guest chair to my right. “I’m really getting worried, sir.”
Agent Spelling pulled J.T.’s file out of the bottom drawer and lifted it to the desktop. He opened it, swiped his index finger across his tongue, and began flipping through sheets of paper. “Here we go. I have Julie’s cell number and email address. What does she do for a living, again?”
“She works in radiology at Community Memorial Hospital in Mequon. I hope her phone isn’t stashed in a locker during the day.”
He held up his hand. “It’s ringing.”
I stared at Spelling as he waited, his brows furrowed with deep signs of concern. I heard the back door open and close—somebody had arrived. The two female voices in the hallway told me Val and Maria were headed in our direction. I rose and walked out before closing Spelling’s door at my back.
“Morning, Jade.” Val gave me a quick smile but seemed to realize something was the matter when she didn’t get one in return. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure yet.” I glanced back at Spelling through the glass. “We can’t find J.T.”
“What does that mean—exactly?” Maria asked with hesitation in her voice.
“I don’t know, guys. I have to find out if Spelling got ahold of Julie.” I turned and knocked.
Spelling called us in.
“Any news?”
“I didn’t get through. Jade, you’re coming with me. Delgado and Val, keep trying J.T.’s phone every five minutes and fill Cam in when he gets here. Other than that, stay busy and conduct the morning meeting as we normally would. We’re heading to Community Memorial Hospital where Julie works.”
Val gave us her best confident nod and squeezed my shoulder. “Keep us posted.”
Spelling and I climbed into an available cruiser and took off. The fastest route was I-43 North. We’d reach the hospital in twenty minutes, maybe less with the lights and siren on.
“Jade, call the hospital and have them track down Julie. I want her waiting for us at the emergency entrance when we arrive. Time is of the essence.”
“On it, sir.” I made the call and was put on hold. I placed the phone in the cup holder and pressed the speakerphone icon. Soft jazz played on a loop in the background as we waited.
“Was there anything different when you parted ways yesterday? Did he seem sick, headachy, or worried about anything?”
“Not at all. The last thing he said to me was, ‘See you at breakfast.’” I put up my hand. Somebody had returned to the phone. I picked it up and held the microphone near my mouth.
“Hello. This is Adam Beres, Julie Harper’s supervisor. Who am I speaking with?”
“Mr. Beres, this is Agent Jade Monroe from the FBI.”
“FBI? What is this in regards to?”
“I need to speak to Julie about her brother. Put her on the phone, please. It’s urgent.”
“I would if I could, Agent Monroe, but Julie didn’t show up for work this morning. No show, no call, which is completely unlike her. Our department has tried her phone numerous times this morning, but she doesn’t answer.”
I mouthed the word shit then thanked the supervisor and hung up. Spelling exited the freeway at the next ramp and squealed to a stop at the shoulder. Dust and gravel sprayed out from under the car.
“J.T. owns that condo, right?”
“Yeah, and that means there isn’t a manager with a key.”
“We’re heading back. Get Cam on the phone and have him pull up J.T.’s exact address. Tell him to call the Whitefish Bay Police Department and say we need a wellness check on that residence immediately. Make sure they’re told there’s a dog in the house and let Cam know we’re on our way. Have them meet us there.”
Chapter 3
The man popped the trunk lid and lifted it. He pointed his gun barrel at the dazed agent inside, stopping just inches away from the agent’s face. The fierce looking man, much larger than J.T., stood over the trunk and waved his pistol. “Get out, tough guy.”
J.T. squinted from the glaring ceiling lights thirty feet above then returned his focus to the thug standing a foot away and pointing a pistol at his head. He rolled from his side to his knees. Maneuvering was difficult with his hands cuffed behind his back.
“I said to get out—now! Don’t try anything funny, either, or you’ll get a bullet to the head.”
“Yeah, I’m working on it. It’s kind of awkward without the use of my hands.”
“Figure it out.”
J.T. lifted one leg out, balanced on that foot, then cleared the trunk and bumper with his other leg. He stepped to the ground and stared at the man pointing the gun at him. He smirked at the man’s appearance. “Nice coveralls. You the gardener or the not-so-Jolly Green Giant?”
The man didn’t respond. J.T. jerked his head to his side and discovered that his gun and holster were missing.
The oversized stranger waved the pistol in J.T.’s face. “Look familiar?” His laughter echoed throughout the near empty building. “This is your gun, and it has a completely full magazine.”
“No shit, genius. I was headed to work.”
The man’s laughter quickly soured into a sneer. “You’ll regret your smart mouth in the end, and don’t concern yourself with your ankle holster and gun, either. I have those too.”
“What the hell do you want with me?”
“Shut up and start walking. There’s someone here who wants to have a word with you.”
The man pushed him forward, the barrel of J.T.’s own gun pressed deeply between his shoulder blades.
They reached a large steel garage door in the center of the building. The man stopped, tucked the pistol into his pocket, and pulled on a heavy chain that lifted the door. J.T. took the few precious seconds he had to scan the area and look for anything that could help him figure out where he was being held. He caught a glimpse of another huge man in the distance with his arms folded over his enormous chest, standing silently—like the typical hired muscle—next to an outer door. That man also wore a pair of green coveralls.
J.T. dismissed him and visually swept the room in a side-to-side fashion, trying to memorize everything he saw. The only thing he could tell for sure was that he was in an abandoned warehouse. Empty shelving units lined the outer walls three stories high, and broken window glass lay on the cracked cement floor with rocks nearby. Pallets stacked twenty feet high appeared as if they were about to tip over, and rickety metal stairs with broken handrails led to second-floor rooms that might have been offices years back.
As the overhead door inched up, something caught J.T.’s eye in the room on the other side. His heart began to race. “You son of a bitch! What did you do with her? Where’s my sister?”
A voice from the back of the room spoke up. J.T. jerked his head in that direction but saw nobody.
“We’ll discuss your sister later, Agent Harper. Right now, Anthony is going to escort you to a holding area that I’m sure you’ll find to your liking.”
“Who are you, and what do you want? Show your face, you coward!”
The room fell silent.
“Move it, Fed.” Anthony gave J.T. a hard shove forward.