Chapter 865 Chapter 865
Foster got back in and started the van, and cranked the heat to high. The weather here was worse than at home if that was possible. Why didn’t he get any warm locations? The ones that involved sandy beaches, warm water, and sunbathing? According to Deva, they weren’t very interesting, but he wouldn’t mind finding that out for himself. He checked that he was alone on this deserted road out of habit and then chuckled. There was nothing out here. Of course, he was alone.
He did feel better after a run, despite the rain, slash snow that arrived unannounced. At this time of year, he swore the weather forecast was made by drawing slips of paper out of a hat.
Grabbing his phone, he checked to see if anyone had tried to call him. Jesse said he’d get into it and try to get him more information. Even if he had a name, he could at least try to find the person that was supposed to be finding him.
There was a text from Zain telling him to call him when he was able. If anyone had more information for him, it would be Zain. His new position in the Alliance granted him more privileges. Before, he had always found out things by listening in, but now he was invited, so Foster figured that made things easier.
Wiping the wet from his face and hair, he tossed his shirt on the passenger seat and then hit Zain’s number.
“Go for Zain.”
Foster grinned. He’d missed that. “I’m surprised you still say that.”
Zain laughed. “Amari told me I had to when one of you guys called.”
Foster shrugged. “That works for me. I miss our group calls.”
“Life is going to be busy for a while. Jesse called, so I got in touch with Raymond to see if he had any more information.”
“That would be great, because all I do is eat, fake research and drive up and down lonely country roads.” He grinned. “It’s like I’ve turned into a sad country song.”
Zain scoffed. “If you say so. All right, here’s what we’ve learned since they took Kenric Castro out of the picture.”
Foster leaned closer to the phone. “I heard Amari went after a shooter in cat form.”
Zain made a sound of distress. “She did. Of course, she did.” He sighed. “Tripp must have the patience of a saint.”
Foster snorted. “He’s just as out of control as she is. It’s a good pairing.”
“It’s nerve-wracking, is what it is.” Zain cleared his throat. “The house we need to get eyes on is run by a man named Waylon Kamble; according to the records pieced together from Leon And Kenric’s, he’s been part of this for almost twenty years.”
“So, he’s old.” Foster nodded
“I don’t have an age.”
Foster shrugged. “Who am I supposed to be meeting?”
“That took three calls and Illias doing some digging.”
Foster grinned. If anyone could find it, Illias would.
“Many clans have been going into hiding in that area.” Zain sighed. “Which makes sense if there’s a house of those sick bastards there.”
“Name?”
Zain would go for an hour about the depravity of those working for the Tomas family.
“Right. Illias says the one who called in the information right around the time we found Kenric’s. We only have a first name. Orson. He said he’d been watching Waylon’s but had no idea how to do anything about it.”
“I don’t suppose there’s a picture or something to go with the name? A lot of men could be an Orson come into the place to eat and yap with all the other men that meet up there every day.”
“No picture. According to records, he’s from a coyote clan that has been in that area since the dawn of time.”
Foster grinned. “One of my people, that’s good. I’m pretty good at recognizing certain clans by facial features.”
“How?”
Foster shrugged. “It’s all in the eyes, Zain man. It’s all in the eyes.”
“Uh huh, just make sure your eyes are staying alert so Waylon doesn’t add you to his acquisitions ledger.”
Foster snorted. “Of course I’m alert.” Maybe a little distracted by the one woman who worked there. She was so pretty; she should be a model.
“Uri has Cy heading to you. I don’t have an arrival day yet.”
“And then we’ll gather intel and take this Waylon down.”
“Hopefully, with more team members than they had taking down Kenric’s. That one, I held my breath the whole time.”
Foster wasn’t sure he’d want to watch any of it live. “Did Konner really use his helicopter as a blocker?”
“He did and Wynter just about went postal when she heard.”
Foster laughed. “Makes you glad that Jesse is our boss and not Wynter.”
“Until recently, all we did was liaise for the clans. Jesse is good at that. Wynter’s team—” Zain sighed. “Just be careful.
Foster nodded. “So, all I need to do is find this Orson and try to figure out where Waylon Kamble hangs his hat?”
“If Orson doesn’t show up, I don’t know how you’ll find Waylon’s location. I looked at a map…”
Foster looked around. “Yeah, there’s a whole lot of space here.”
“I’m going to have to go. I have a meeting in ten minutes. Let me know when you’ve contacted Orson.”
“I will. Tell Oaklyn and the others I said hi. I’m not sure she likes me sometimes, Zain.”
Zain scoffed. “She thinks you’re cuter than a speckled pup under a cabbage leaf—or was it lettuce?”
Foster’s brows shot up. “Is that good or bad?”
Zain chuckled. “I have no idea. I just like listening to her say things like that.”
Foster smiled. It was nice to know Zain had found something that made him happy. “I’ll message you tonight and give you an update on if I find him.”
“Do that. Zain out.”
Foster stared at the phone for a second. It was good that the Alliance was getting somewhere, but he sure did miss how close the team was before everything exploded.
Sighing, he looked at the backpack in the passenger seat. Time to go fake being a grad student. Turning, he grabbed his bag of clothes to get a dry shirt. It had been a good idea that Deva had given him. Pretending to be a student. At least that way, he wasn’t sitting there looking sketchy in the diner.
His stomach growled at the thought. Eating the food wasn’t all bad either.