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It was designed to look like a doggie shirt and it also served as a harness. He’d put a leash on Grit tonight, but it was only for show. The dog never strayed far from his side.
Earlier, he had pulled one of Echo’s shirts from the suitcase and gave Grit a good sniff. There was a slim chance he’d find Echo in Los Angeles, but it was worth a try.
He and Wrath split, and each of them took one side of the street. The other assassin looked damned good wearing jeans, a pull over, and chunky boots. Add in the fact that Wrath had left his light hair loose, and the man was attracting glances from both men and women.
They looked like ordinary citizens walking down Broadway in the Manchester district, if a person didn’t look too closely at their eyes.
Ice wore his favorite dark blue and black checkered vest with leather around his neck and on his wrists. He had caught his blond hair back with a tie, but some of it had escaped.
“Oh, cute dog,” a woman said and held out her hand to Grit. Looking at him for directions, the big dog waited.
“It’s okay, boy,” Ice said, and Grit wagged his tail, letting the woman pet his head.
“You’re out here pretty early,” Ice said, opening up a conversation.
“Yeah, I have this morning shift at the coffee shop.”
“I’m new around here. What are the places to stay away from?”
“Hmm. Around here?” She tipped her head and then glanced around. “I’d say the underpass at Century and 10. You probably want to steer clear of that.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that.”
“Come by the coffee shop when you can. We are open all day,” she said, giving Grit one last pat and then continued on her way.
Ice pressed the earpiece tucked in his ear. “Wrath.”
“What’s up?”
He filled the assassin in on what the woman had told him and they picked up the pace heading in the direction of where the two freeways intersected. He pulled Echo’s shirt from where it was tucked and hanging out of his back pocket and held it out to Grit. His best friend suddenly wanted to play tug a war.
“Leave it,” Ice warned and Grit gently released the fabric.
“Be careful. You have a target on your back,” Wrath said via the comms, reminding him that Fisher still wanted him dead.
Ice had no clue where the assassin was at the moment, but he couldn’t wait around for him to strike.
“That’s why we have Justice tailing us,” Ice said.
You couldn’t see the assassin, but Stone told both him and Wrath that Justice would be hidden while they walked the streets. Then, once enough time passed, the pairs would switch off and change clothes so it didn’t look suspicious.
“Don’t remind me.”
Wrath didn’t sound too happy about that fact that Justice was even here, but Ice didn’t care. He needed Justice to keep Fisher calm while they told him about the plan to take down Solomon.
If Fisher got the upper hand on Justice, Ice’s idea might not work. And in that case, they were all fucked.
But it was worth a try.
“Stay here,” Echo whispered and melted away.
If there was one thing he knew for sure about Rogue, it was the fact that his brother would not hurt him—at least not seriously.
They’d played this game during Solomon’s training and if he could just get close enough, he would be able to snag one of Rogue’s knives. He knew where every single one of them were. Or better yet, have Rogue throw one at him.
Echo spider climbed up a stack of wooden crates and crouched at the top.
“Hey, Rogue.”
