Atlanta…
Martina had really taken advantage of being on Diego’s side thru the incident with his estranged wife, Giulianna. She had already nailed the innocent chastity role…and Diego was sold.
On the other hand, in New Orleans, Summer Johnson, aka Shelia, who was still living at Denise’s home…was not doing so well.
Denise’s memory was coming around. She still did not recognize her children or her husband, but she was very concerned about what happened to Eric. Shelia had brought her the news of Eric’s death…only after Denise asked about him.
Johnny was ready to take control of his home. He had called Diego and asked if he could check Shelia out for him. He wanted to know who he was dealing with.
Diego received the photos from Johnny via email two days ago.
Martina had found the printouts in Diego’s desk this morning and she was already in damage control mode.
She placed an arranged call to New Orleans while riding in her car thru an Atlanta suburb.
“Summer…it wasn’t a good idea to try to use you on this after being out here with Jason.” Martina said.
Summer was out of the house on an errand, while Johnny sat in for her, with Denise.
“Even if they make a connection, it’s only coincidental,” Summer said.
She felt like she had done way too much work in New Orleans to be pulled from it now.
Karen Seals, aka…Martina Torres was the Special Agent-in-Charge of the field operation. She had built this task force, using the information given to her by Kerry Phillips, Celeste’s deceased husband.
Gino’s indictment simultaneously kicked off a secret investigation into something a lot bigger. Karen was not about to allow Summer’s loose tactics blow it.
“Summer, Jason Beckley and Eric Thomas are both dead with traces of the same lethal cocktail of drugs.” Karen paused. “These people are playing for keeps…we can’t take the risk.” She took a deep breath. “Besides, you’ve compromised your undercover status with inappropriate conduct.”
Summer could not believe Karen was saying this. “So when did sex stop being a tool in any investigation?” she asked.
Karen knew she was right. It had been a long running code among the female operatives…by any means necessary. Sex was a tool that males counterparts rarely had access to, which caused women in the Agency to infiltrate illegal operations at a higher rate. Especially, when 89% of their targets of investigations were men.
“Look, if Johnny is looking at you to be a source of his problems more than our undercover status is at stake,” Karen said. “You’ve done more than expected in a very short period. We’ll be tracking his moves and conversations for months because of your work. There is no need to chance staying there.”
Summer just listened.
“As of now, you’re out. Don’t return to the house…report to Houston headquarters at seven in the morning.” Karen instructed.
Summer hung up the phone.
The news brought on an emotional exhaustion.
She knew she was so close. Denise was practically eating out of her hands.
It would take five hours to get to Houston from New Orleans and Summer was not up to the drive.
Johnny and Diego’s home had both been wired with the help of the women they’d allowed to infiltrate their lives.
But, The Network…always crossed their tees and dotted all the eyes. Summer’s car was fitted with a GPS that would always let Johnny know where she was.
Before getting on I-10 going back west to Houston, she decided to deviate somewhat from Karen’s instructions and get some rest before making the five hour drive. The Marriot Courtyard, right outside of New Orleans’ city limits was the perfect spot.
DT and his team were in the black SUV following Summer. He wanted it to be clean with no witnesses. The parking lot of the Marriot Courtyard was secluded for guest privacy.
Summer pulled up front to check in.
They waited.
Her room was located at the back of the property.
She got in the rental and drove to the back.
When Summer Johnson exited the rental to go in the back entrance to the building…she never had an opportunity to see it coming.
The move was smooth…without incident.
The Heatblast 