“Well, boys, lets blow this popsicle stand and go fuck up someone’s day.” He claps his hands, rubbing them together greedily.
“I think we need some ground rules first,” Nitro says.
“Ground rules are for chumps. We’re there purely to fuck shit up. Let’s go.” With that Pops turns on his heel and storms down the hall.
“We’re gonna regret this, aren’t we?” Nitro mumbles as we follow behind Pops, only stopping when he does - to add more knives to his hidden sheaths.
“Maybe.” I grin at him, knowing that between the two of us, Nitro is going to be a lot more pissed off than I am.
As far as I’m concerned? Rose Grove PD won’t know what hit it.
Nitro
I slam the car door, not even waiting to make sure Fox is fully in the vehicle before putting it in gear.
“Hold your horses! Fuck, kid!” Mad Dog’s gruff voice rings out as he yanks the door closed behind him.
I lower my head, resting my forehead on the steering wheel. “Not you too,”
“Yes, me fuckin’ too. You don’t get to take this asshole on a mission and leave me behind.”
“He has a point. The Love Pres and VP need these little excursions. Otherwise we’ll be holed up with the kids all fucking day,” Pops says.
My eyes flick to the rear view, meeting his golden colored eyes, much like the rest of the Tombs family. “I thought you loved being a grandpa?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, did I?” Pops throws back, giving me the stink eye.
“We love the grandkids. But sometimes, we miss getting out there and fucking shit up.”
“Especially where the Po-po are involved,” Pops grins, predatorily. I’m not even gonna ask about the use of the word “Po-po”.
“So, I’m outta the loop. Clue me up,” Mad Dog says.
I listen with half an ear as Fox brings them both up to speed. As patched members they were in Church the other night sothey know the score with Hitchens and his wife. What they don’t know, shit, whatwedon’t know, is exactly how far and wide within the department the poison goes. With Moss finding the Dropmire bug, this leads to higher than Sheriff level. It leads to someone who has enough sway or money to bribe someone in the PD and to be able to get their hands on military tech. And that’s some shit we really don’t wanna be wading into, but it looks like it’s too late now.
“Right, so get into the locker room, check out the bug, get the info to Chewy. Easily done,” Pops says, sharing a look with Mad Dog then giving us a chin lift.
“Yeah, but you can’t disturb the bug. We don’t want them knowing that we know they’re listening,” Fox says, turning in his seat.
“Got it. We’ll just go in there, tell the bird behind the desk that we’re two elderly gentlemen who need a little help,” Pops says in full confidence, as if anyone would believe he and Mad Dog are innocent older men.
“Ah, no offence, but I think you might need to be a bit more convincing than that. Is there a backup plan?” Fox asks, looking slightly nervous.
“How about you mind your business and we’ll mind ours?” Mad Dog says with a smirk.
Fox gives me a look and I shrug. “Don’t trust them. At the first sign of shenanigans, shut that shit down.” Fox gives me a chin lift, looking a little more laid back.
I get it. I ain’t going anywhere with Pops and Mad Dog. Especially not with a well thought out plan. But shit, if they think they can get in and then back out without anyone questioning what two old men are doing, then more power to them.
I pull into the parking lot, and ignore them when they spill out of the SUV, minus their cuts, letting Fox powerwalk after them. Glancing in the rear view I watch as Fox holds thedoor open for the old men before following them in. I sit for a moment, head on the head rest behind me, tapping on the steering wheel, eyes on two of the men on my shit list. They’re out in the open, heads bent together, staring at a phone screen. There’s snickering and then furtive glances around the parking lot and yet neither of their gazes lands on the big fuck off blacked out SUV I’m sitting in. It would take almost no effort on my part to bundle them both into the car and take them back to Chewy for questioning, and yet because of the mission we’re running, I have to sit here, hands tied, waiting for them to make a fuck up. Vibrating in my jeans has me fumbling for my phone, tapping on the screen to see who’s messaging me.
Need you ASAP
Rolling my eyes I get out of the SUV, waving a friendly hand to my two work colleagues who only now have noticed me. They glare in my direction then scatter, as if I haven’t already seen enough. Jogging the short distance to the PD entrance, I throw the door open and then freeze.
Chapter 8
Fox
