Oh shit.“Damn. We need to go home.” I stand to pack my bags and realize I have absolutely nothing but the clothes I’m wearing. Talk about traveling light.
“You’re not moving off the reservation until the price is off your head.” My sexy mind reader purses his lips, blocking the kitchen door with his amazing body.
“There is only one solution.” I sit back down in the rickety chair while he eyes me.
“And?”
“I need to die.”
His eyes pop. “Sugar?”
“Notreallykick the bucket, just make people think so. Then, with false Id’s, we can go home and sort this out. Bada bing, bada boom.”
Suds paces the length of the small interior and sinks into the plaid couch. “Okay, I’m listening.”
“Here’s my plan. First, I beg Frankie to give up the name of the guy who wants me dead. We fake my murder and follow the money.”
“Hmm… I have friends here with no love of the government. They’ll be more than happy to help me pull a fast one but I’ll need an untraceable bank account. Even then, finding out who pays my fee will be almost impossible.”
“We could use Jason.”
At the mention of NYPD’s artificial intelligence application, I shudder. “What if it knows who we are and gives up our location?”
Deep in thought, her mouth purses as she sits on my lap. “That’s a risk we’ll have to take.”
