somewhere?”
Jerome clutched his arm to his chest. “We need to lay low for a few weeks.”
“You didn’t do the job for which you were paid,” she said.
“You didn’t mention we were supposed to kidnap fucking Jason Bourne.” Rodney touched his nose and winced.
“It seems Christopher hasn’t lost his edge,” her lieutenant said without taking his eyes off Jerome and Rodney.
She took a step forward, the heels of her boots scraping the frozen ground. She walked closer to stand next to the man. “I gave you explicit instructions. You took the money and didn’t hold up your end of the arrangement.”
“Hey, we did what you said. You weren’t straight with us.” Jerome said, fear quivering in his voice.
“Did you attempt to use a woman or child to force him to comply?” she asked.
“Yeah.” Rodney licked his lips. “That didn’t pan out.”
“What happened to the money we fronted you?” she asked.
“We deserve something.” Jerome took a step back. “You lied to us.”
No doubt they’d spent the money. They glanced at each other. From the wild-eyed expression that passed between them, she knew they suspected punishment was coming.
“Do not worry,” she said. “You’ll get what is coming to you.”
She pulled a gun from her pocket and fired twice. Jerome flinched. The bullet struck him in the chest, the impact buckling his knees. He looked down, as if surprised to see a spreading patch of red on his jacket. He hadn’t even had time to consider drawing the gun she could see bulging at his waistband.
“What the fuck?” Rodney said, looking down at the blood welling from his chest.
“Incompetent idiots.” She felt nothing but annoyance as they crumpled to the dirt. These men were the dregs of society. No one would miss them. She walked closer and liberated their weapons: two handguns and a knife. She stared down at the bodies. One of the men groaned. His feet twitched. She aimed her gun and fired a second shot into each man’s chest. The groaning man stilled. “You really need to start carrying a gun,” she said to her lieutenant.
He raised a disdainful brow. “No skill is required.”
“Killing isn’t about ego. It’s about getting the job done.” She pocketed her weapon. “Put them in the van.” The warehouse might be abandoned, but she preferred to leave scenes clean.
“I’m old-fashioned. A man should take pride in his work.” With a grunt, he dragged the bodies, one by one, to the back of the van. Stooping, he hoisted a body into the vehicle. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He kept his body strong, but he was no longer a young man. He lifted the second robber into the cargo area and tossed a blanket over both bodies. “I will find a place to dump them tomorrow.”
“Just park the van behind the house for now. It’ll be out of sight. It’s probably not a good idea to drive it around in case the police are looking for it.” There was no reason for anyone to come to the rental house. She’d paid for the entire month. Her mind shifted to more important matters. Her thoughts had been spinning since she’d confirmed the child was Luciana Navarro. This initial plan had been a long shot, but she was just getting warmed up. An idea was forming in her head. One that could destroy Christopher, body and soul.
Her lieutenant closed the rear door of the vehicle. “It’s a good thing we rented a property without close neighbors.”
“That was not an accident.” She liked to be prepared for all possibilities. The basement of the house would be the perfect place to hold an interrogation session.
He peeled the latex gloves from his hands, turned them inside out to contain the blood, and stuffed them into his pocket.
“You have blood on your coat.” She pointed to his shoulder. “Dispose of it.”
With a nod, he stripped it off. “Christopher will be a hard man to take.”
“I’m sure he has lost some of his skills. Living here and raising a child must have
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