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“Taking the lazy way,” I muttered, slamming on the brakes as I flung the door open and stepped out, leveling my gun at the man now cornered.
He slowly held up his hands, checking over his shoulder for an escape, but there was nowhere to go. “Hands on the car, asshole!”
“Boss, I know this guy.”
“Not now, FNG!”
The man’s jaw dropped open as his eyes connected with FNG. “You’re alive?”
“Dude, I thought you were killed by the Chupacabra,” FNG said in amazement. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
The man stepped forward, pissing me off because he was more interested in FNG than the orders I was giving. I fired a warning shot into his leg and felt a ridiculous amount of satisfaction when the smile on his face turned into a grimace of pain.
“Boss!” FNG shouted. “Did you not hear me just say I know this man?”
“Did you not hear me telling him to put his hands on the car?” I snapped. “IRIS, do you have the second suspect?”
“He’s headed for the basement. On his six.”
I took my eyes off the suspect for only a moment. “You have ten seconds to tell me how the fuck you know this guy.”
He snorted. “Boss, that’s a hell of a story. It’s gonna take longer than six seconds.”
“Give me the cliffs notes.”
“Okay, uh…storm, pirates, thrown overboard, and ended up on the boat with Francesca. Oh, and the last time I saw him was in Mexico riding a camel.”
I sighed, walking over to the man and grabbing his wrists, yanking them behind his back. After I slid the zip tie over his wrist and tightened it, I turned to FNG. “I’m gonna have to hear the story, aren’t I?”
The smile on his face was almost more than I could take. I shoved the man to the cab and into the back seat. “Fine,” I said, turning to FNG. “Who is he?”
“Do you remember the man I told you about from the ship? The one that didn’t like me?”
There were so many fucking stories, I couldn’t keep them straight. “No.”
When I didn’t return his smile, he cleared his throat. “Right, well, his name is Mallock. He really fucking hated me,” he chuckled. “Probably about as much as you do right now. Anyway, there was a bit of a riot on board and since nobody liked him, he had to walk the plank,” he said with a pirate accent.
I did not find it funny.
“Geez, tough crowd today.”
“FNG, who is he and why is he here?”
“Ah, well, he’s a treasure hunter, which is how I met him. We were on the same ship when this whole thing about the Aztec gold came about. Some of the guys believed the treasure was still in Mexico, but Tim believed it was in Spain. He was the leader of the group,” he reminded me. “And when Mallock spoke out against him, he was tossed overboard to avoid a coup. I actually felt kind of bad for the guy. That is, until I was thrown overboard later that night. But somehow, we both ended up in the same place.”
“Which is Mexico.”
He nodded. “After the whole mess with Francesca?—“
“You still haven’t told me how that ended,” I interrupted.
“Yeah…” He rubbed the back of his neck. Fuck, there was going to be another long, drawn out story. But he surprised me. “Actually, most of that story is classified.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ve already told me half of it.”
“Yeah, but not the part I wasn’t supposed to.”
“Which is the part that explains what the fuck you were doing with her. I suppose you got a divorce or something?”
