Page 85 of Not Mine to Rescue

“Did you tell Walt?”

“Naw. It’s been little shit. A gate, a door, but now this? Dumb Ass is really friendly, but if someone is planning on breaking in, he could get aggressive. I can’t help but think this wasn’t an accident.”

Fly rolled that around for a minute. “When I get back, I’m going to do a sweep. I’ve got my gun with me.”

“Don’t shoot anyone. We’ll get shut down.”

“Fuck, man, if I can’t shoot someone, I might as well open the door and unlock the medicine cabinet. I mean, look at me. Lemon could take me down.”

“Just protect the house. We could explain a body in there easier.”

“Right. Castle doctrine. That’s what saved my ass in November. Well, that and Nickel lying his ass off.”

Maybe. I’d have to look that up. Which meant, I should discourage him from being too aggressive. “Two bodies in a half-year? It wouldn’t look good.”

“I know. What do you want to do?”

Call Honor, tell her I fucked up. I blew out a breath. “If you could, tell Walt or Digger. Maybe even Kid. Maybe ask Nickel if he can get a camera rigged up somewhere that’s got a constant feed.”

“His shit gets expensive. You sure?”

“What else am I going to do? If we get them on camera, that’s more evidence we’re not the bad guys.”

He laughed at regular volume. It caught Brenda’s attention. She smiled and went back to her paperwork.

“That’s not funny,” I said.

Fly didn’t stop grinning. “Yes, it is. No one thinks we’re the good guys.”

Which was a really good reason why I had to call Honor ASAP. “How do you get Plan B?”

He froze and just stared at me. His mouth worked while he tried to figure out what I’d asked. “You motherfucker. Damn.”

I wished he’d lower his voice. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Who’d you knock up?”

I cursed at myself for being an idiot instead of replying.

“Naw, come on. I’ll tell you how to pick up a Plan B pack only if you tell me who.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, it is. See? I know exactly what you need and how to get it. And I expect payment for that knowledge.”

Classic Fly. He had me by the balls. “The club’s lawyer.”

His brow furrowed. “James Crowne, Esquire? I mean… dude?”

“You fucktard. His ex-wife, Honoria.” Saying her name out loud made something shift in my gut. The devil on my shoulder nudged me and said, “Don’t tell her the condom broke.”

I’d be damned if I conned her like that.

“The leggy brunette?”

I nodded.

He let out an almost silent whistle. “She’s fine.”