A Dangerous Man
Summary: (Before Leverage) Nathan Ford, up and coming insurance cop for IYS meets Eliot Spencer, hard edged retrieval specialist. The chase is on for Nathan to recover the stolen items and for Eliot to avoid getting himself into deeper trouble. Can they work together or will they end up tearing each other apart?
Rating: T (swears, blood, wound description)
Author Note: Yay new chapter. I've been super busy with my new job (I work Saturdays at a Dressage barn) and trying to save money to get my stupid car fixed. Also the grandparents are up from FL this week and yeah…. Hectic. Anyway here is the story! I know this chapter is kind of short and I apologize.
Chapter Eight: Don't make me kill you.
(Eliot)
I sit back in the kitchen chair and watch the two IYS agents silently, determined to not be the first to speak. The older agent, Thomas Kincade glares steadily back while his younger partner Nathan Ford looks between us, his mouth slightly ajar.
"Alright, are we going to keep acting like to school yard bullies or get down to business?" he asks and I cock an eyebrow at the older agent, watching his stern gaze falter for a moment before he finally sighs and drums his fingers on the table top.
"why haven't you turned him into the police Nate?" Kincade suddenly whirls on his partner, making the younger man's mouth gape for a few minutes before he gestures at me.
"He has a business proposition, I don't like it anymore than you do Tom but we can at least hear him out." I resist the urge to applaud the agent, instead stretching out my stiff knee instead. I can feel Kincade's eyes flick over me for a moment like a humanoid lie detector before the agent shakes his head.
"I know I'm going to regret this, but what's your plan son?" I curl my lip at the 'son'. I'm not his son, I'm not even friends with the man.
"First off, don't call me son. Second I can help you get Anderson." I start, moving my gaze over to Ford who gives me a slight nod to continue. "As you know Anderson is one of Australia's biggest collector of fine gems and jewels. If I have to guess I'm going to say most of the precious stones in his collection are stolen. That's a nice bonus for you boys now isn't it?" I ask, watching as several emotions run through the dark eyes of the older agent.
Anger, hatred, consideration, question
"What would be in it for you?" He asks and I lick my lips, knowing I'll have to play this one a but more harder.
"My freedom. I'll give you the two jewels stolen from the sale and the means to take down Anderson, but in return I want you to release my truck from impound and let me drive away, no questions asked." Kincade snots and then lets out a bark of laughter.
"You don't seriously think that's going to happen do you? You think that because you give us the merchandise back and one of the biggest known collectors of stolen items that you just get to walk? That may seem like a good idea in that messed up head of yours, but in reality—in this world… no that doesn't jive." He informs me and a flash of anger ignites my nerves, sending flashed of white hot through my body. I narrow my eyes and growl.
"Just for turning in Anderson you'll get a hefty pay off, why am I so important?" I snarl leaning in closer to the table. Kincade only smiles, his white teeth flashing in a predatory way.
"A hefty pay off, a bonus yes. But the satisfaction of not having to chase you again, that's priceless Mr. Spencer. Nothing would make me feel better than your psychotic mug behind bars." He oozes and I slam my balled fist into the table top, feeling the table give a little at the force of my blow. I glare hotly over at Ford who watched this whole exchange without a word.
"Kincade, I think we should seriously rethink our stand here." Ford finally says, reaching out to put a hand on his partner's tense shoulder. The older agent easily shrugs it off and settles back in his chair, an air of victory swirling around him. I bit off a snarling curse at the man as Ford tries to explain why taking my offer would be a good idea.
"Besides… he'll be back in the area, probably on another job." I nod to myself, having already been contacted for two other jobs within the area. Contact about but I have not given my promise and as things are looking now, I might not take those jobs.
"How about this kid, you give us the stolen jewels and Anderson and we'll see where it goes from there." Kincade suddenly offers and I growl at 'kid'.
"We go by my plan." I respond tersly and for a moment the older agent looks ready to protest but Ford seems to be ahead of him, quickly agreeing.
"Tell us what this plan of yours entails and what type of prep time we need." Ford asks, resting his elbows on the table. I cock and eyebrow and nod my head at the older agent.
"Got your phone?" I ask and the man nods, drawing the sleek black device out of his pocket and sliding it across the table at me. I gingerly pick it up and quickly punch in the number. Six rings later, Anderson himself picks up, his accented voice making me nauseous.
"Did you really think you were rid of me?" I snarl menacingly into the phone and for a moment the line is silent before a soft.
"Spencer…" is breathed. I smile slowly
"Yes, Anderson I'm still alive. You see the attempt on my life not only failed but you've only made me angrier. I still have your merchandise, how about you give me my full fee, plus a bonus and I'll try not to break every bone in your worthless body." I threaten, making Ford's eyebrows go up and the older agent's face grow stern.
"And my merchandise?" he asks and I give a chuckle into the line.
"You seriously think you'll still be getting that? How about this, I'll think about it, and tonight at eleven o'clock your going to meet me in the center of the park and I'll give you my answer then." His breathing had increased a bit and a breathless acknowledgement of the meeting crosses. Before I end the call however I quickly add in a steel edged voice, one that leaves no room for comment.
"If this meeting goes down the same as it did before, so help me they will never find your body." I click the phone closed and toss it back at the older agent. I lean back and cross my arms, raking in the shocked looks of the two agents sitting before me. I glance quickly up at the wall clock.
"We have eight hours before this goes down. I suggest you boys do whatever it is you do." I nod my head towards Ford and his partner, watching as they slowly shook themselves out of the shocked state they'd fallen into. With a mild upturn to the corners of my mouth I reach out and grab my coffee cup, taking a long swig of the dark brew.
This should be good.
Now all I have to do is figure out how to get myself out of this mess.
Author Note: alright, I know it was short but sadly this story will be wrapping up soon. I know, I know but sadly it must come to an end. Still have 2 more chapters I think. Please do review and drop me a line, I love hearing from you. I'll update again soon.
