The guy’s raspy chuckle cut through the tense air. “Dude, you are one stupid motherfucker.I’mthe one with the gun.Yousurrendered tome.”
As Sanchez ushered the girl out, Sin peered through the window at the building across the alley. And that’s when he saw her watching him.Ah, fuck me.
“I’m closing the blinds.”
The guy glanced out into the dark night. “What in the hell for?”
“There’s a woman with binos perched at a third-floor window. She’s made you. She’s made all of us.” Without waiting for permission, Sin sauntered over to the window and glared at their unwelcomed voyeur. She lowered her binoculars. With his gaze locked on hers, he dropped the blinds and snapped them shut. Then, with controlled precision, he pivoted to square off with Uncle Charlie’s toady. “Last chance to walk.”
“Look, mister, I don’t know who the fuck you are and I don’t give a crap. That baby is mine. If the chick left without her money, it ain’t my problem.”
“I told you who I am,” Sin said. “I’m the devil. You leave now…you live. If you don’t, you die. Final warning.”
Jacoby stepped out of the shadows into the dimly lit living room and the floor creaked. The toady spun toward Jacoby and—BANG!
As Jacoby staggered back, the punk whirled back to Sin.
POP!
Sinclair shot him between his eyes, dropping him to the floor.
“I hate when that happens,” Jacoby groaned out while cradling his ribs.
“How badly are you hit?” Sin asked.
“The vest took the brunt of it. I’m not gonna lie. My rib hurts like a bitch, but I’ve gotta finish the job.”
“Let’s check you out.”
“No time,” Jacoby replied. “You need to get that baby out.”
Sin pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed while Jacoby retrieved his duffle from the back room. He covered his closely-cropped Afro with a plastic hair cap and pulled on latex gloves.
“Hey,” answered Dakota. “How’d it go?”
“I need help with clean up.” Sin gave him the address.
“I’ve got two guys in the area,” said Dakota. “They’re six minutes out.”
“I’ve been made.”
“Who saw you?” Dakota asked.
“I can’t get into it now.” He scraped his fingers down his scruffy cheeks. “Tell your team Jacoby’s here and he was hit in the vest.”
“Sin,” Jacoby interrupted. “Have the guys pull up in the back alley. I’ll let them into the building.”
After relaying that, Sin hung up and lifted the car seat. The sleeping baby stirred.
As Jacoby unfolded a plastic tarp, he asked, “Who saw you?”
“A woman across the alley. I’ll take care of her. Dakota’s guys are five minutes out.”
“Go. I’ve got this.”
“Text me when you’re done.”
Once outside, Sin peered down at the tiny child. “Let’s give you a chance at a better life.” He strode to the car. After belting the car seat, he eyed the young woman.
