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“Deal, but only a quick look around,” I say and wave my hand, giving them permission to search my house. I sit in my recliner and see Philly is down by five runs. “Thanks, by the way. I’ve been watching this game, and you gave me a break from seeing the Phillies get creamed again.”
Thug One stays with me and watches the game as Two looks around my house. I’m not a fanatic, but I do watch the Phillies when I can. I grew up here and keep up with the local teams due to all the bookies that work with us. The other thug comes back after a few minutes and shakes his head.
“I’ll show you around a bit, but only for a few minutes. Come on,” I bring them outside and lead them around the side of the house away from the hidden car.
“Can we have a look in there?” They ask in unison, looking at my shed.
“That would be a problem. I can tell you nowomenhave ever beenlocked in there,” I lie since Brenda’s been locked up in there, but that’s not what we’re talking about now.
“It won’t take long,” Thug One says.
“The former owner of this place left quite a few tools in there,” I make a gun with my fingers and lower my thumb as if taking a shot. There actually are a lot of weapons hidden in there.
“We understand. However, Miss Sagawa likes us to be thorough,” Thug Two says. “Perhaps if you just unlock the door and let us take a peek from outside.”
“I can do that, but you are running out of the short time I agreed to. I would need to call some of my crew to observe and provide security. They wouldn’t get here for about twenty minutes. No offense, just standard business practice. I believe you would do the same in my place,” I explain. They would do the same if they were alone and about to give me and one of my men access to a weapons cache.
“That won’t be necessary. Thank you,” Thug One says.
I motion with my hand for them to head back the way we came. Back inside, looking out the window as they drive off, the baseball announcer is explaining how the Phillies came back and tied the game. I’m sure they’re at least going to cover the spread now. I watch for a few seconds but think better of waiting to see if they can win. I head back out to the shed.
“We heard what you were saying to those men. We hid so you could have let them peek in,” Mari says as I walk in with the lock in my hand.
I look around at the bondage chair and BDSM peg board and then back at them.
“Oh, right. Maybe not,” Mari says.
“Thanks for your help. I’m going to get out of your hair now,” Connie says and starts to walk out.”
“Wait,” I say.
She holds up one of the heels again.
“Just come with me to the house, please,” I say, and they follow me.
“I could go home and get a change of clothes for you, Connie, and then take you wherever you need to go,” Mari says as we’re all standing around my living room.
“Wait,” I continue in a commanding tone. The women listen and watch as I go to my den and retrieve a backpack. “C’mon.”
They follow me to the hidden car and help me pull back the ghillie tarp. I put the pack on the rear driver’s side seat and get in the front. Mari gets in the passenger side, and Connie gets in behind her. I start to drive.
“Okay, where do you need to get to, Connie?” I ask.
“Connecticut. I live at—”
“Good,” I interrupt. “That will work out.”
“Should I call Sonomi to try and straighten things out between her and me?” Mari asks.
“We’ll talk about that after we get rid of Connie. Put the heel down, Connie. I meant after we drop you off.”
“I wasn’t going to use it that time. Not while you’re driving,” Connie jokes.
“I like you, Connie,” I say with a chuckle and see Mari’s head turn in my peripheral. She gives me another jealous look. Then her face softens as she smiles and looks back at the road ahead.
“What’s in the pack?” Connie asks.
“There are clothes in there. They may be a little big on you, but there’s a belt in there too, so you should be alright. The trail shoes should just about fit you as well. There’s a tent and sleeping bag, along with some healthy food bars, a utensil tool with a knife, and a full bottle of water with a purification tool for refilling from streams. There’s also some cash for resupplies in towns along your journey. A burner cell phone with a GPS is in the side pocket. We’ll keep track of you and make sure you’re safe when we can. The number in there with the name Debbie Harry is my number.
