These two men had blundered into this situation--walked in headfirst and jumped into trouble, the same way things always happened when Fraser was involved, and now it was up to Ray to fix it. Joy of joys. The thing was he had a choice: he could fuck this up once and for all, throw away his position in the mob, or he could find a way round it. He'd handled mistakes like this before, and god only knew he wouldn't have it so good with the FBI if he fell at the first hurdle--or the sixteenth.
It'd sort of be nice to let it go, though, wouldn't it? He could legitimately claim that there was no way out of this but to let his cover collapse. This was a shitty job. He wanted to come home for good, wanted to be himself, wanted to see his family again. That could happen, if only he let it.
But he had so much good work left to do, no matter his feelings about it. He might even be able to bring down the Iguana family once and for all. Could he let all that go because it might put Fraser at risk?
And how did he feel about this replacement guy anyway? What was his name again?
"Detective Ray Vecchio, Chicago PD." He tossed the badge at the guy, fixing him with a glare. This was a goddamn fuck up. Muldoon was snapping at him about bringing a cop to a meet, and Ray snapped right back "Yeah, well he followed you up here." Like it was this guy's fault and not Fraser's. It was always Fraser's fault.
"I'll deal with it," he snapped, irritably. "If we went around killing every cop that came down on us--well, we got ways. You," he circled two of the guys with a wave of his hand. "Go nextdoor, buy two video cameras and uh--a pair of those novelty fluffy handcuffs. And uh--some jazz. Go."
He turned back to Muldoon, put his hand on the guy's shoulder. "You were wondering how we might open up that border? Cop in our back pocket might just work. Don't worry about this, I got it in hand. I'll see you at the meet."
He had to keep from sighing in relief as the door shut behind Muldoon and his guys, leaving him with Ray, Fraser, and just two of his thugs. "Alright up. Stand up."
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These two men had blundered into this situation--walked in headfirst and jumped into trouble, the same way things always happened when Fraser was involved, and now it was up to Ray to fix it. Joy of joys. The thing was he had a choice: he could fuck this up once and for all, throw away his position in the mob, or he could find a way round it. He'd handled mistakes like this before, and god only knew he wouldn't have it so good with the FBI if he fell at the first hurdle--or the sixteenth.
It'd sort of be nice to let it go, though, wouldn't it? He could legitimately claim that there was no way out of this but to let his cover collapse. This was a shitty job. He wanted to come home for good, wanted to be himself, wanted to see his family again. That could happen, if only he let it.
But he had so much good work left to do, no matter his feelings about it. He might even be able to bring down the Iguana family once and for all. Could he let all that go because it might put Fraser at risk?
And how did he feel about this replacement guy anyway? What was his name again?
"Detective Ray Vecchio, Chicago PD." He tossed the badge at the guy, fixing him with a glare. This was a goddamn fuck up. Muldoon was snapping at him about bringing a cop to a meet, and Ray snapped right back "Yeah, well he followed you up here." Like it was this guy's fault and not Fraser's. It was always Fraser's fault.
"I'll deal with it," he snapped, irritably. "If we went around killing every cop that came down on us--well, we got ways. You," he circled two of the guys with a wave of his hand. "Go nextdoor, buy two video cameras and uh--a pair of those novelty fluffy handcuffs. And uh--some jazz. Go."
He turned back to Muldoon, put his hand on the guy's shoulder. "You were wondering how we might open up that border? Cop in our back pocket might just work. Don't worry about this, I got it in hand. I'll see you at the meet."
He had to keep from sighing in relief as the door shut behind Muldoon and his guys, leaving him with Ray, Fraser, and just two of his thugs. "Alright up. Stand up."