“See ya, Major.”
And with that, she pulled the SIM card out of her phone, got out of the vehicle, smashed it with her shoe, and dumped it in the trash.
She saw a street cart vendor selling nachos, and a girl got peckish after doing a job. After getting a snack, she grabbed her bag, dumped the rental where it was so it would be towed, and hopped in a cab.
It was time to catch a flight and enjoy her snackie.
Or as she liked to call it, Girl Lunch.
Once more, she’d not only kept her skills sharp, but she also made some dinero for the women’s shelter.
Yeah, Jinx had missed this, Hopefully, with Von Donore dead, they’ll get more action going after BlackStone.
Because Snakes had to do Snake things.
Always.
Chapter Nineteen
Arrival
Other Side Of Salt Lake City
Mercenary Two’s Location
Work
It appeared that the poison mastermind was hiding in plain sight. When they’d gotten to her home, she wasn’t there, but her neighbor was nice enough to chat it up with Jagger, sharing that she owned her own business.
The elderly lady was more than happy to chitchat, once she found out that Suzette Derth’s nephew was in from Kalamazoo to visit his aunt.
She shared some stories and even offered up some cookies for the road as he headed to his‘aunt’s’flower shop.
Suzie had set up shop as a florist after retiring from the US government’s scientific research division. Now, she made flower arrangements for weddings, Valentine’s Day, and even something called‘Galentines’.
Jagger had no clue what that was, nor did he care, but at least they had a location for their mad poisoner.
“Thank God we had intel on her,” Maura said, as they parked outside the little cottage shop where the woman worked. “This would have been much harder had we needed to hide in her house.”
Jagger had passed the cookies back as they headed there, and he could hear munching.
Oh, and they knew who was having a snack.
Zayn.
The man couldn’t go two hours without a food break. You’d swear he had a tapeworm.
“Yeah, I can’t say I want to hang out or touch jack shit in her house,” Jagger admitted. “She poisons people for her side hustle. Who knows who she shares her poison with? Friends, family, or neighbors,” he said, enjoying poking the Native in the back.
After all, he deserved it for being a dick most of the time when he called him short.
Suddenly, they heard hacking and turned in their seats. There was Zayn wiping off his tongue after spitting cookie remnants into the container.
“Jesus! You think the neighbor kills people?” he asked, panicked.
Maura shrugged.
“I mean, she looked sketchy to me,” she stated, knowing what her husband was doing, so she was gladly joining in.
