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“Meanin’ you don’t know who posted it, and they don’t know who took it.”
“Right!” He frantically nods between sniffles. “That’s exactly fucking right!”
Except I don’t wanna be fucking right, because this means whoever wanted my woman scared isn’t some random asshole, she managed to piss off by simply being the smartest person in the room at the wrong time.
It means they’ve got connections and deep pockets.
And unknown enemies with connections and deep pockets are one of my least fucking favorite combinations.
“Was recon required for this mission?”
Confusion doesn’t hesitate to cake itself onto his sweaty face.
“Surveillance.” A heavy sigh of annoyance is released before further clarification. “Were you required to follow around your target prior to last night or did they provide you with all the information you needed for the attack?”
“They gave me that shit! Whoever the person or persons were! They – They – They uh…” he unintentionally cuts off his own oxygen during his frantic movements, “they had everything arranged. I took the gig yesterday morning, got a keycode for a storage unit by lunch, and was told to attack at night. In the unit was everything I needed. Photo of her. Her car. Her license plate. The code for the back entrance of the building. A parking lot layout. Wheresheparked. When the guards made their rounds and shift changes. And then when she normally left work.”
His flood of information churns my stomach so much that I have to chomp down on my inner cheek to keep down the bile.
That’s the type of intel you only know as an inside man.
Or only know when youhavean inside man.
“The only thing the shit didn’t account for was her working late. The info I was given implied she’d be leaving earlier, and when she didn’t, I had to…stick around…and wait it out.”
“That’s when you smoked,” Reynolds causally clarifies during the crossing of his arms. “And inevitably left evidence behind like a moron.”
And that’scomingfrom a moron.
“I thought about bailing on the whole thing, but it was too much cash to pass up.”
“How much?” New bits of discomfort bounce around his brown eyed stare pushing me to repeat the question before lifting my foot off the brake. “How much!?”
“Twenty K in cash!”
Twenty grand.
Simplyscaringthe love of my life is worth fucking twenty large?
Fuck, I can’t fathom how much more someone would be willing to pay to have her…to have her…
Unable to finish the thought is accompanied by a low grumble and harder tapping of the accelerator. Screeches from the sensors crash into the unholy cries pouring out of him to create a symphony of horror that successfully relaxes my shoulders as well as brings a smirk to my face.
Reynolds poorly hides his cringes while nervously watching my lifted back end prepare to collide with the assailant’s chest, an action that’s never quite completed courtesy of my ringing cell.
Throwing the vehicle into park pulls a loud sigh of relief from the other two people in the area alongside an amused grunt from me. I tear my attention away from the reverse cam and professionally answer the call, “Wahl.”
“The target is ready for discharge,” Blu casually announces into the phone, mirth impossible to ignore. “However, shehatesthe outfit Monte brought her to wear and is refusing to leave the building in it.”
“How bad is it?”
“She’s given up trying to explain it to him and simply moos instead.”
I grant myself the opportunity to chuckle for what feels like the first time all day.
“T has been laughing so hard that he nearly pissed himself two minutes ago.”
Something I’m sure puthimback in her good graces.
