“I mean right now.”
Fine.Let’s get this over with.
I stand up from the table, careful to not make a sound, not even the scrape of the chair along the floor. I judiciously grab the guns and ammo I’ll need, packing them into one of the conveniently placed ammo bags Parker has by the door.
Meanwhile, Anders gets up with a screech of metal on metal, grabs one of the combat bags, and starts dumping into it whatever he can get his grubby paws on.
The team stays quiet, watching us prepare like it’s a sporting event, eyes darting back and forth between the two of us. God, what a spectacle we are.
I fist-bump Rafi, then head out into the tattoo shop toward the back, wondering if it’s too much to hope Anders has cleaned his Jeep in the last, I don’t know, six months. At the same time Anders goes to the left, heading toward the front door.
“Where are you going?”
“Where areyougoing?” he asks at the same time, looking confused.
Already, this man is irritating the shit out of me.
“To your car. You may recall that you blew mine up with a huffing agent.”
He scratches his beard and looks at me apologetically. “My Jeep is in the shop. I came in on my motorcycle.”
“So, what do we do?”
I already know I’m going to be annoyed with the answer, and his apologetic look is starting to wear thin.
“We have to take your car.”
“No.” Absolutely not.
“Omar, we have to. I’m not being shitty about this, I promise. A rental car is nothing but a paper trail with a GPS attached, and no one else is going to volunteer their vehicle.”
“No shit. Because like them, I don’t want two bodies in my Land Rover for four hours.”
Honestly, I’m beginning to understand why Everett wants a specific car for dumping bodies. I’d want to borrow it as soon as he got it.
“You don’t have to worry about that—the bodies’ll be in the car thirty minutes, tops.”
When Anders Bash says not to worry about something, I definitely plan on worrying about it.
“Yeah, no. I’m going to need details.”
He rolls his eyes. “My parents own about ten thousand acres outside of Lufkin, a lot of it marsh.”
“And they’re a-okay with us dumping bodies on their property?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t be the first time.” His answer is too fucking nonchalant, but then DB comes into the entry area. “DB, tell him we’re good to dump the bodies at my parents’ place.”
DB gets another one of those up-to-no-good smiles on his face and pops his cane on the floor. “Yep. It’s the perfect setup. Say hi to Georg and Anja for me.”
DB takes off, and I run my hand across my forehead, willing myself to keep my cool. I reach under Everett’s drafting table and grab a roll of napkins. Might as well get going.
It’s still fucking hot outside, so I take off my shirt and tuck it into my back waistband. Anders follows and manages to keep his mouth shut as we work together to clean up the mess.
Thankfully, the fire damage was mostly contained to the passenger-side surfaces. The worst is the seat, which has a burn the size of a dessert plate on the front edge but is otherwise sit-able. The ceiling and glove compartment box are singed, but most of the black marks come off with a good scrubbing. As a last order of business, Anders takes the floor mats to the back of the shop, where he sprays them down.
“I was just going to stop by my condo to pick up my go-bag. Do you have a change of clothes in town?” I ask.
He shakes his head, still avoiding eye contact with me. “I have my gym bag in Odd’s car, but we can stop by a Walmart on our way out of town.”
