“We’ll discuss it later.” No matter how many times I tell her to stay put, she does whatever she damn well pleases.
“What can I do to help?” She touches my arm and I move back, a bit too riled up to answer.
Wheels, not being married to her, has no such problem and points to the guy on the floor. “You think you could rouse him and convince him to talk? We need to know if he placed a tracking device on Selena and if so, where.”
She bites her pretty lower lip. “Is he a government man?”
“I’m thinking CIA.” Scowling, Wheels wipes some blood off his face with a paper towel as my wife squats and pats the unconscious man’s cheek until he moans,
When he opens his eyes, she takes his picture and thrusts her phone in front of his face. “I’m about to share your ugly mug with Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, Tik-Tok, and Instagram. Or, you can keep your career and tell me where you planted the GPS device. We’re going to find out anyhow, I just need to save some time.”
He shakes his head, and my trouble magnet grins wider. “Okee dokee. I have over eight thousand followers. Hitting send and here we g-”
“Stop. It’s under the hair line, back of the head.” The young spook should probably consider a career change but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I push my wife and the ladies down the hall. “Sam, see if he’s telling the truth and don’t dilly-dally. We’re about to have company.”
My wife herds mother and daughter into the bathroom, then shouts, “Found it. I need a knife.”
“There’s a scalpel in the first aid kit under the sink.” After my friend responds I drag him to the kitchen and throw an ice pack at him.
I’m disappointed in his abilities until he walks me down the hall and points out a huge hole in the back wall. “C4, dude.”
“Wuss.”
He shoots me the middle finger. “Next time you guard the hooker and I’ll laze around in Central Park.”
“Slate’s gonna be pissed. At the rate we’re going, we won’t have any safe houses left.”
“Stop bitching and put your hand out.” Sam bounces out of the bathroom, pokes Wheels in the arm and places two pine needles in his outstretched palm. “Can you believe how small they are?”
“Huh.” Wheels puts the trackers in a glass of water and forces our prisoner to swallow. “Bring him with us. We’ll dump him along the way.”
