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“Actually, you know what? Maybe you shouldn’t go deal with this. I’m not sure I can trust you to get the job done. Maybe Gabe and I should deal with it.”
“You can eat my ass for that statement. I haven’t failed the Inferno yet. You just don’t like my methods. If anything, I get the job done faster than any of you fucks.”
He balks at that, his eyes rolling as he leans back in his seat.
“You may get the job done, Shane, but you keep us in the dark about it until the last fucking minute. And by then, so much destruction has occurred that we usually have a bigger mess to clean up. Why can’t you just follow instructions for once?”
Because I’m Heresy, I don’t say.
We stare at each other for what feels like a few minutes. Really it was only seconds. I break the silence.
“Just because you tell me how something should be done doesn’t necessarily mean I agree with you. Give me the task, Tanner, and leave it up to me from there. You’ll get what you need when I’m done.”
Irritation paints the tops of his ears red, his blood pressure through the roof.
“Just get it done, and don’t fuck up. If we lose hold of Brinley, we lose Jerry Thornton and possibly Everly. I mean it, Shane. Play this one right and don’t fuck it up.”
With that, I feel dismissed, his attention back on his computer.
“Consider it done.”
Pushing to my feet, I leave his office on quick steps.
Sometimes, I can’t get away from that asshole fast enough.
Brinley
“Wow. You guys certainly are quick. I’m shocked you figured out the problem already.”
And a little annoyed, I have to admit.
What mechanic is up this early in the morning on a Saturday? I mean, sure, he told me I would hear from them this weekend. But six thirty in the morning?
“Do you all sleep?” I ask, my voice still gruff from the rude awakening of my phone ringing.
It’s the same tow truck guy from last night. I can tell by the odd accent to his words. American, for sure, but I can’t quite decide where in the States.
“Yes, ma’am, we sleep, and trust me, I’m not happy about being up this early either. It’s just the problem with your car was an easy diagnosis. We’re going to need you to come into the shop and sign off on the repairs before we can start the process.”
“Is it a quick fix?”
I send up a silent prayer to the universe that I’ll be driving my car home in time to get Ames to work tonight.
He laughs, but not in a funny way. More in theyou’re not going to like what I’m about to tell youway.
My heart sinks before he can even get the words out.
“If we can get the part today, it would be an easy fix. But it’s a Saturday, and parts suppliers are touch and go as to their hours.”
Fuck.
“Touch and go?”
Another chuckle. “Yeah. They might be working, or they might be sleeping off a three-day bender. You never know. But the immediate issue is you signing the paperwork. We can’t order the part until that’s done.”
This is such a pain in the ass.
“Do you have any idea what the repair is going to cost?”
