“You’re getting old, my friend,” Law said, his gaze sharp.
“Fuuuck you,” he volleyed back, even though Law knew about his injury. “If anyone is getting too old, it’s you.”
Law only laughed. “Finally, some truth out of your mouth.” He patted Stone on the shoulder before shoving Morrison forward.
Stone grimaced, rubbing at his shoulder as he followed.
He studied his friend. Law was in his late forties. The man’s hair was threaded with prematurely gray strands, and laughlines crinkled the sides of his eyes, but that only enhanced his handsome face.
“What?” Law’s whiskey-colored eyes squinted at him. “You missing this?”
The words were loaded, and Stone shook his head with a smirk.
“Franklin’s coming for you both,” Morrison spat as they walked him back to the lot where they’d parked their vehicle.
“Shut the fuck up before I gag you,” Law growled.
Opening the back door of the black SUV, Law tossed Morrison inside. The man landed face-first onto the seat and then rolled, wedging into the space between the seats and the floorboards.
“Get me upright, you motherfuckers!”
Law only cackled and shut the door so fast that Morrison had to bend his knees to keep his feet from getting crunched.
“Don’t maim him,” Stone cautioned after he slid behind the wheel, and Law jumped into the passenger seat.
Hell, they’d slipped back into a comfortable rhythm that Stone remembered from their past. He no longer had romantic feelings for Law, but he did consider the man a good friend and a hell of an operative.
“Why not?” Law said, snapping his seatbelt.
“Because Viper has a few questions for him. Like how they found the location of the bunker.”
“He can still talk, can’t he?” Law said, and reaching between the seats, the assassin patted Morrison on the head.
The mercenary spat a string of profanity at them, but all of it was muffled by the back seat.
“Yeah?” Law smacked Morrison harder this time. “I hope your lack of air kills some of your brain cells.”
Stone grunted. “You think he has any?”
Law snorted. “Probably not.”
Stone was glad to be in the field…Being out here with Law took his mind off of…stuff.
“I didn’t realize you had ties to the ranch,” Stone said as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“Well, I don’t. But Viper wants me to consider sticking around,” Law said.
“So…what, you been busy elsewhere?”
“Yup.” His friend’s response was noncommittal, and Stone didn’t press.
“It’s good money at the ranch,” Stone pointed out.
“That’s what I hear.”
The ranch was a two-hour drive from where they’d apprehended Morrison, and Stone pulled over to the side of the road so they could put a hood over the perp’s head and sit him upright in the seat.
Pulling through the back gate of the ranch, Stone parked next to a building, and Law yanked Morrison out of the back seat.
