Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
"Get the fuck gone. You have a warrant?" His ass blustered and pontificated, but he knew I had him. "You see those." I pointed to the security cameras that were all over my place. "Those are on twenty-four-seven. If they were fireworks here, it'd be on there." I knew he'd come up with that just cause bullshit as a way to get into my place, but that wasn't about to happen.
He opened his mouth to spew more bullshit, but just then, the phone on his hip rang, and he barked into it, pissed all to fuck at the interruption. I was left wondering who the fuck could've called him with that shit.
"Who is this?"
"This is Mr. Daniel's lawyer, do you have a warrant to enter his premises?"
"What?"
"Do…you…have…a…warrant?"
"Well, no, but."
"Then, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave and come back with one."
"I didn't catch your name."
"The name Mancini."
Whoever was on the phone hung up, and he turned his furious gaze back to me before turning and stomping away in a huff.
"What the fuck was that about?" Somehow I wasn't trusting Lyon and Creed's disinterested shrugs, but I didn't have time to ponder because my phone rang next.
"Mancini, what's up?"
"Nothing much, just making sure the sheriff's gone."
"How did you…?" He laughed and hung up, and I looked around half expecting him to slither out of the dark. My eyes fell on Lyon and Creed, and I started to get a very prickly sensation on the back of my neck.
"Okay, what gives? How did Mancini know the sheriff was here?"
"The fuck should we know? Kat, bring me another one of your special burgers." He walked off to go to his wife, leaving me guessing at just what the hell was going on.
Mancini had called earlier with the news that it was taking him longer than expected to smoke Junior out. Kyle, Travis, Lyon, and Creed have been acting shifty-shady since this afternoon, and now this.
"Fuck!" How could I be this stupid? Mancini found the Fox in the desert a few thousand miles away, how is it that he can't find one spineless asshole stateside? Shit!
"Lyon, what did you do?"
He had his burger halfway to his mouth when I asked, and just then his phone rang. He didn't say anything more than hello before he smiled and hung up again."
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LYON
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That was perfect fucking timing. Now there's no question of the asshole sheriff coming at my boy for this shit. I'm pretty sure he won't be heading back this way anytime soon since his hands were about to be full. The only thing left to do now was tell Law and get the hell back home.
I walked over to Creed, who looked like he was holding his very pregnant wife up while she chowed down on some grub.
"Creed, a minute." He kissed his wife's cheek and followed me out of earshot. I could still feel Law's eyes following me and knew we didn't have much time before he started piecing shit together.
"It's done!" I saw Travis and Kyle watching us and just nodded to let them know the deed was done. It wasn't hard to see the look of relief that crossed their faces; they'd been worried too about Law getting snagged behind this shit. Their looks untied some of the knots in my gut.
As a man, I don't like others sticking their noses in my shit, and I imagine Law will feel pretty much the same, but this time, I had no choice. I can't let him walk into a trap of his own making because he's not thinking straight. The anger and hate he feels I understand, and the need to end the enemy with his own hands is just my game.
But this time he's too wide open. Too much has happened, and there are way too many eyes on him this time. When I went into the Arizona desert the first time, no one knew my connection to Kat and the case that lead me there.
Even when I ended his parents years later, no one knew of my connection, except for the political relative who wouldn't dare say shit because then he'd have to explain why the fuck he thought I'd offed his family. But Law's case was different, so I had no choice but to step in.
The plan had been simple. An anonymous call to the sheriff with the lie that there were fireworks going off at the Daniels' ranch was more than enough to bring the asshole who was looking for any excuse running.
The only thing that had been a bit iffy was the timing, and from the call Mallory just made, it seems we'd played it just right. I'll get the details from Mallory later, but for now, it was enough to know that Junior was no more. Knowing my boy, it was either very clean or very bloody. I'm hoping for the latter since he'd dropped the body off at the station for the sheriff to find on his return.