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I’m in my car when my phone vibrates.
Avah:Sorry! Customer. I’ll be done at six. Anytime after then.
Me:Seven.
I don’t type it as a question.
The phone vibrates again, and one quick glance tells me it’s a yes. Of course, it fucking is. Avah doesn’t know anyone in town much, and I know the effect I can have on women.
I definitely know the one I have on her.
And sweet little Avah is more than interested.
Which—apart from my own interest in all things with her below the fucking belt—makes this job so much easier.
I pull up down the street from her and am about to answer a call from Diego when I see something.
A guy dressed in baggy jeans and a hoodie zipped high even though it’s warm out.
And a ball cap pulled low. He’s walking with furtive purpose toward her building. I get out, switching my phone to silent, and follow. He goes in through the door and when I get there, it’s been shimmied, scrape marks near the lock.
Fuck. He isn’t there. I sweep the foyer and catch a flash of faded blue and a sneaker. The asshole’s taken off up the stairs. I go after him and he’s running. I grab at him, and he turns throwing something in my face.
I teeter, the box hitting me hard.
It takes me moments to steady myself and I scoop up the box as it hits the stairs, ready to take off after him, but I stop.
Breath leaving my lungs at the name on the small box.
Avah Morgan.
And her address.
I’m on her floor. I run, catching the guy, fingers hooking into the loose material of the guy’s hoodie. I slam him into the wall.
“Fuck!”
I turn him, hand hitting his chest, pinning him there. Frightened eyes meet mine. A guy? This is a kid, maybe seventeen. And really, I don’t give a flying fuck. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Hey, man.” He tries to get free, blood pouring from his nose. But I don’t release him. “Got no problem with you.”
“I bet. Just women, huh?”
“No, man. Some dude came up to me and my gang, offered two hundred to drop the package. The door was locked, and . . .”
In disgust, I stare at him. “What did he look like?”
“Black suit? White? Didn’t speak to him, Vinnie did, but Vinnie’s got a date, so I did it. Easy money. Ya know?”
Black suit and white pretty much summed up a fair bit of this damn town. The kid also stinks of weed. I let him go. He stares up at me.
This isn’t someone who’s after her, this is a messenger, and I could get him to talk, but I don’t think it’ll do any good.
The way the kid’s dressed tells me this is the truth. He got paid to drop something off and paid zero attention to anything but the cash. Besides, right now, I’m in Lowlander territory. So, I’m not ready to call attention to myself. Not ready to start anything.
I start roughing up people here, more than slamming him into the wall, questions will be asked, even if this roughing up has nothing to do with one of theirs. I’m still De Luca.
“Get out of here.”
