They had really good fake IDs and had always said if a situation became too hot, they’d go to a big city—New York would be best—and blend in. They had money saved up from their previous cons, it wasn’t like they lived extravagantly. Audrey spent too much money, as if it grew on trees, but he would temper that bad habit. They’d lie low, rebuild their nest egg. Because if the cops found their factory in Georgia, theymightbe able to find evidence tying him and Audrey to the murders.
While it would beniceto clear his name, that was a pipe dream. They needed to disappear and regroup. Create a new plan. Get clear, solidify their new identities, come up with a different game. A better game. No one needed to die. The risk just wasn’t worth it.
She was pouting.
“You know I’m right,” he said.
She frowned and nodded.
“I’ll come up with a new game, I promise.”
He wanted to make her happy; he just didn’t want to go to prison. She had to understand they were in a pickle right now.
She leaned into him. “What are you thinking?” she asked with a devious smile. “What kind of game?”
He smiled just as wickedly as she did. “Something just as fun, just as dangerous, but we’ll take a few different precautions.”
She ran her fingers down his neck. “What kind ofprecautions,” she said, her voice low and sexy.
“No more than three months in one place. And no dropping bodies for just anyone to find. But first, we have to get out of this mess. Which means tonight, you kill the two feds. Leave their bodies. They won’t be found for months, if not years. By that time, we’ll be long gone.”
“I can’t do it tonight,” she said. “I have to work in the morning, and if I miss my shift, they might get suspicious.”
“They won’t.”
“Theymight. I get off at one, then I’ll go. I’ll be back before dark.”
She was right that she shouldn’t miss work, but damn, he didn’t like knowing the cops were still alive andmightbe able to identify Audrey.
“Why can’t you go now? It’s only a couple hours there, you’ll be back before dawn.”
“Baby, it’ll be dark, I don’t like driving those roads late at night.”
That was no excuse, but he wasn’t going to push it.
“Alright,” he said. “But leave right when your shift is over and make sure you’re not followed.”
“No one will follow me—they’re watchingyou,remember?” She glanced upstairs and whispered, “What are we going to do about the lawyer?”
“He’s your friend.”
“Well, I don’t trust him, so I took some precautions.”
“I thought you had something on him.” He assumed the man slept with her and she had pictures to show his wife. It was a good con, and one that had worked for them dozens of times.
“Well, now I do.”
Garrett tensed, almost threw Audrey off him. “What have you done?”
“Calm down.”
“He could rat us out, Audrey. You told me you trusted him!”
“Hecan’t. Attorney-client privilege.”
“You’re not his client!”
“Don’t be paranoid.”
