Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
This was when she asked Resurrection to wade in.
She wanted justice and she wanted this guy stopped.
They could do both, but they didn’t have the skills to find the guy who did it.
They got their geeks on it, but the perpetrator was talented. It was taking forever, and then, somehow The Nerd learned what they were doing. They waded in, got Resurrection what they needed, all of it, which was deeper and broader than any of them knew.
In the end, The Nerd discovered it involved eleven girls.
At that point, it was Resurrection’s turn.
And now the perp would never do that again to another girl.
Core wasn’t surprised The Nerd took on the Greeks. That sitch was right up their alley.
Then again, there weren’t many Resurrection assignments The Nerd turned down.
He shoved his phone in his pocket as the back door opened and the kid came out.
He was a busboy at an expensive steak restaurant.
He hustled to Core.
“Got it?” Core asked.
The kid nodded and held out his phone.
Core took it. It had been engaged and was open to pictures on his camera.
Core slid through them.
There were five pics of Christos wining some chick. Lots of smiles. Lots of touching. A bottle of Dom in a bucket. Him using his credit card to pay the bill.
He emailed the pics to Resurrection’s account and handed the kid back his phone. He then pulled out his wallet, opened it, yanked out a C-note and gave it to the kid.
“Thanks,” he muttered, returning his wallet.
“Anytime,” the kid said, pocketing the bill.
Core jumped on his bike and rolled out.
He’d been on the case all day, and it was business as usual with the Greeks. If they were tweaked by Hellen and Marcy’s antics, they didn’t let on. Eight had been replaced by Muzzle. They were still in recon mode.
The Nerd would get them what they needed to get rolling in a serious way.
But Core wasn’t feeling those guys just getting on with it after what happened the night before. If they told Christos and described the women who showed, he’d know.
It didn’t seem like it was even a blip for him, seeing those pics with him out on the town with another chick.
So either they felt untouchable, even if they’d been made by one of their marks, or Eight’s explanation flew for the other guys, and it was just some women with a flat tire, a man was involved, so it wasn’t worth giving it any more of their time.
He had to hope one of those was the case.
But Core put it out of his mind. There was no more he could do on it that night. It was late. He was wiped.
And thinking about it meant he couldn’t escape thinking about Hellen.
Though, it didn’t much matter what he tried because Hellen was constantly on his mind.
He remembered his dad in one of his few good times saying, “You know right away. You just know. When you meet her, there’s no question.” He’d then snuggled up to Core’s mom, kissed her neck, held her close, and shot Core another smile, all appearances of a man who had everything he wanted.
But from that, what Core remembered the most was the stiff way his mom held her body and the fake smile on her face.
They’d divorced shortly after.
But to Core’s memory, his mother had never had reason to smile genuinely, except for one glorious period of time, and his father had never truly been out of their lives, except for that glorious period of time.
It had fucked him up the first night he met Kiki—which was also the first time they fucked—when he woke up the next day with her in his bed, and he knew.
He just knew, right away.
She was it.
No question.
He’d been happy as hell. She was the shit. They fit. They were perfect.
And it fucked with his head, scared the piss out of him.
But he drove Kiki away.
Now it was happening again.
He knew who Hellen was.
No question.
And he needed to keep her away or she’d find out what he was.
It wasn’t a good sign Eight was leaning his ass on the seat of his bike in Core’s driveway when Core got home.
He rode up next to him and shut his bike down.
For obvious reasons, Eight was no longer on the Greeks. He was ferreting out Nails if she was in Denver and dicking with Hellen’s family. So Core was thinking this wasn’t going to be a late-night beer with his bud, but instead, bad news.
“All cool?” he asked, swinging off his bike.
“We gotta talk.”
Core studied him, but he shouldn’t have bothered. Unless he wanted to, Eight didn’t give much away.
He nodded, let them in, then walked Eight through his house after giving Nanook’s head a quick rubdown.
He let his dog out the back, stepped out with him, and Eight followed.