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“Yeah, Kenni, that’s it. Just cleaning toilets and emptying trash.”
She shrugged. “You have to see the comical aspect of you having a cleaning service.”
“TV has your perspective all fucked up.”
“How?”
“You believe all drug dealers are Ghost Saint Patrick and murders get erased by a mystery team?”
She smiled. “Don’t they?”
“No, not really. Most of the time the bodies are meant to be found. Most of the jobs I do are handled in ways that seem natural so people don’t know they’re murders.”
“Someone getting shot isn’t natural.”
Carter smirked. “Nah, not those. When it’s target practice, it’s meant to send a message.”
“Like you leaving the bullet behind?”
He tensed, then narrowed his eyes her way. “Exactly like that.”
“So, commercial cleaners? What else do you do?”
“I own laundromats, several that are high end and others that are basic and affordable.”
“Why domestic stuff?” Her eyes flashed with amusement.
“Cash businesses are the best option for manipulating money when you don’t have a legitimate paper trail. I can’t just drop a hundred grand in the bank with no explanation for where the money came from. The laundromats are cash businesses. They can’t say how many people cleaned their shit weekly or monthly. The cleaning service allows me clientele who pay for a service where I control the cost. They need a way to justify what they spend so they can write off services as a business expense. I need a way to justify what I bring in. We both benefit, on the books and off.”
“Hmm, makes sense.”
“And if I need to get rid of a body or two, I have a service that can handle it.”
McKenna rolled her eyes and Carter chuckled as he exited the highway. “Where to next?”
“Home. I told you I planned on getting lucky after my date.”
“All I got was wings. How lucky do you think you’re going to get?”
Carter threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, let me make a few more stops along the way so you can run up a tab.”
“Such a romantic,” McKenna mumbled.
He reached across the seat and gently gripped the side of her neck.
“You wanna see my softer side, Kenni?”
Her eyes met his as a smile surfaced. “No.”
“Good because I don’t have one.” He winked and the muscles in her core clenched with what his rough side promised.
A few hours later, Carter sat in the living room pulling up a secure search engine while McKenna sat on the balcony with her feet propped up on the railing, smiling and laughing on the phone with Drea, her friend from work.
While he typed in the first word, he glanced her way while waiting for the results. Something was bothering him. A few things…
“Names aren’t important…”
Kivuli… shadow
