Hangman nods to Henri. “Bang on, kid.”
Henri shakes her head. “I never said that!”
I rub my temples. It’s almost six in the morning. I can’t believe the shit that’s happened in the last 24 hours. “Christ,” I mutter.
“We’re done here,” Hangman says. To me, he says, “You get your fuckin’ life in order. We don’t got time for another clusterfuck like this.” Then he heads towards the door. The rest of the guys fade into the shadows like they were never there.
“Get over here,” I growl at Oscar and Henri.
They shuffle towards me exchanging nervous glances.
I almost have them out of the building when Selkie says, “Wait.” Everyone stops and turns towards her. She’s still standing near Renfrew.
“What?” I say, tired and impatient. “What now?”
Selkie looks at me like I’m stupid. “Sadie’s here. I finally caught up to him. He’s my payday.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Hangman bellows. “Who gives a fuck!”
“I do,” Selkie exclaims. “I’ve been chasing him for over a week now! I deserve the bounty!”
I tense as Hangman storms up to Selkie and gets in her face. “You deserve a long walk in the desert, you crazy bitch. We’re leaving the cocksucker here. End of conversation.”
I almost snort. No one ends a conversation but Selkie
Selkie proves me right. “It is not the end of the conversation. You may get your worldy goods through nefarious means, but I make an honest living.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Hangman snaps back. “I’m not nefarious, I’m a fuckin’ criminal.”
“Step back, Hangman,” I say.
Fortunately he steps back.
Sadie’s sitting up by this time, holding his stomach and groaning. “Don’t let them take me, Renfrew. They’ll kill me.”
Hangman grins like the devil. “Now there’s a plan.”
“You’re not killing him,” Selkie says to Hangman. “He has to come in alive.”
I try to be the voice of reason. “Jesus, Selkie. Where we gonna put him?”
“In the truck,” she replies.
“In the truck with the kids?” I say blandly.
“Why not? Just last week you were more than willing to put Oscar in my car.”
I rub my eyes. “We’re not putting the kids in the back seat with Sadie.”
“For fuck sakes,” Joker says impatiently. He nods towards Sadie. “Take the fucker out of here. We’ll take the kids to the clubhouse on our bikes. You can pick them up later.”
Selkie gives Joker a wide smile. “I like you.”
“Don’t.” My voice is deadly and I’m not sure who I’m talking to: Joker or Selkie.
“Don’t take them?” Joker says.
“Don’t be nice to Selkie.”
