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“No, he’d never send his true photo – it’s a ruse.”
“Lindsay, get Jarrod to check out this address,” Connor spoke and closed the door behind her. “You do this a lot?”
Peter shrugged. “I told Lindsay to check the boards; but she is too naive to know where to look, so I started trawling some of the more extreme places. Doesn’t take long, it’s a sub-culture that’s not so deeply hidden. This tag came up a few times in emails to a couple of the last victims as well. Wasn’t hard.”
Peter got up and put his coat back on.
“You’re not going.” Connor frowned.
“Had no intentions of it; it’s up to Jarrod now. Besides, he thinks I look like you.”
“And why would he think that?” Connor folded his arms.
“Ah, because I used your photo in the profile.” Peter tapped the side of Connor’s face. “You, they’ll believe; me, not a hope in hell.”
Flabbergasted, Connor opened his mouth a couple of times before Lindsay came back in with Jarrod.
“The address is Leather’s.” Jarrod smiled.
“Thought it was,” Peter answered, clearing the cache of his computer. “Question is, how bad you want them, Jarrod?”
“Not bad enough to put you undercover.” Jarrod frowned.
“Look, you two really have no idea. The slave has the control, not the master, in normal situations. He’ll behave exactly how he is supposed to; it would be a simple meet and greet. It could take a couple of days before he takes the matter to a more personal level, once he’s assessed the situation. Either way, he’ll more than likely make an offer if he is led correctly. That will allow you to get at least an idea where they are holing up.”
“Okay, so saying I go in and meet this guy, what the hell am I supposed to ask him?”
“Rule one, you don’t ask, he asks; you simply nod, keep your eyes down and say, ‘Yes, sir’ a whole lot. Don’t go anywhere with him and don’t allow him to buy you a drink.”
“Because?”
“According to the profile, he’ll slip you a little joy into the mix and you’d be in the back of his van before you had a chance to yell for help,” Peter answered.
“Okay, I can do that.” Connor nodded. “You still run those infrared wires?”
“I can fix one up, and I can get us access to Leather’s to set up surveillance cameras. He’s set the time for tomorrow night so you have time to do a little light reading,” Peter continued.
“You going to personally coach me, huh?” Connor asked softly.
“Not this time around, Professor.”
“So, I take it you go to Leather’s often.”
“When I want male company I do.” Peter smiled enigmatically.
Connor frowned.
***
“Okay, we have everything set.” Ray opened his folder and read off the details. “We’ve got the entire bar and private areas wired for vision. Connor’s wearing a thermal, as well as one of the new wires, which Jarrod and I will monitor from the van outside. We have two agents who will be inside as well as having all exits covered.”
“This is crazy,” Lindsay objected. “Come on, you two, you’re sending Connor into a gay bar as bait; they’ll eat him alive.” Lindsay glared at Anton and Ray in turn as Peter entered and put the receiver on Ray’s folders, trailed by Connor.
He was dressed simply in dark, tight jeans, a button through dove-gray shirt that clung to the taut stomach, short sleeves that showed a decent amount of muscle and a leather jacket slung over his shoulder. Connor’s hair was mussed slightly, making him look ten years younger, and a cigarette was held between his lips.
“Then again, maybe they won’t,” Peter said softly, drawing all eyes in the room to the man in question. Even through the glass doors, he exuded a vulnerable sensuality that Peter found hard to ignore.
“Jesus, you can’t be serious,” Lindsay breathed softly, her concern evident.
“Unfortunately, he is." Anton looked grave. “Connor is the Case Manager and it’s his right to make this decision, Lindsay. He will be fine.”
“Of course, he will be.” Peter smiled softly as he sat down and Connor entered the room. “He’s got the FBI and the OSIR looking after his six.”
“Yeah, and the whole damned gay bar.” Lindsay stormed out and Ray smiled.
“Think maybe you finally got to the lady.” Ray chuckled at Connor.
“You’ve got the sensors set up?” Connor asked the retreating group, leaving him alone with Peter.
“Yes, all set up, got agents inside and out, thermal imaging is in place and you’re wearing a wire. Besides, you won’t be alone.”
“I thought you’d be the main voice of dissent.”
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