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“What are they doing?” she said.
“Calculating their odds against a small army,” Pony said.
“He’s right,” Piper said. “The cartel might be vicious, but they’re not suicidal. Or stupid. They can see the odds are now stacked against them.”
“Pony,” Jocko said, offering him the AK-47. “You’re better with one of these than me.”
“Thanks,” Pony said. “I take it Mackenzie brought the cops?”
“Yeah. He helped out with grabbing Bailey and called in the locals to help out once we got the confession.”
“Now all we have to do is deal with these assholes,” Pony said, aiming his AK-47 at the cartel’s headlights.
“They’re going to drive away, right?” Carly said. “I mean, they can’t be that crazy.”
Piper said nothing, staring at the headlights facing them. If they were smart, the cartel would leave right now, but criminals didn’t always make good decisions. Things could still get bloody.
Everything was very quiet, very still, and then, the headlights facing them in the dark slowly slid forward, turned around, and drove off in the opposite direction. Piper let out the breath that she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
“Yes!” Carly said once the cartel was gone. “That means we win, right, Piper?”
Piper nodded. “That means we win.”
She slumped against Pony, suddenly very, very tired. Now that the chase was over, Piper could feel herself crashing as the adrenaline pumping through her veins began to fade fast.
Pony slid an arm around her waist, supporting her easily. He held her for a long moment before giving her a firm little pat on the backside to wake her up.
“We’re not done, not quite yet,” he said.
“Yeah,” Piper said, straightening back up. “Harris.”
“You’ve got him?” Carly said, looking around. “Where is he?”
“Over here,” Piper said, leading everyone over to the Charger’s trunk. Inside, they could hear the muffled shouts and demands of its occupant, along with occasional thumps as he kicked against the inside of the trunk.
“You put him in the trunk?” Carly said.
“Technically, Pony did,” Piper said.
“Totally had it coming,” Pony said, when Carly looked at him.
As soon as Piper opened the trunk, Harris’s voice went from muffled, incoherent sounds to angry, shouted words.
“You broke my jaw, you fucking biker trash!” he shouted, flopping around in the trunk like a turtle its back.
Pony said, “I didn’t break your jaw.”
“Oh, yeah? How would you know?”
“Because you’re talking.”
Piper watched Harris struggle his way out of the trunk to stand uncertainly on the ground. He looked around slowly, cautiously, like he’d just parachuted into enemy territory and he had no idea what was what.
“Good news, Steven,” she said. “You get to live another day. Our plan worked and the cartel hitmen backed off.”
“They’re gone?”
“Uh-hunh,” she said. “Also, bad news, Steven. You’re under arrest.”
