“We cutting her loose or am I needed?” Hammer asked, no longer smirking. He knew better.
“Dice,” I called the guy with Felix over. He patted Felix’s shoulder and came to me. “Give her the cash, drive her out to Newark, there’s an Amtrak running there at Penn Station. Get her on a train out to the Midwest and make sure she stays on it. Missouri or Wisconsin should do it. Remind her who will come after her if she gets off that damn train.”
“Sure thing,” he said. It was about an hour’s drive to Newark, but he wasn’t fazed.
“Stay the night if you need to.”
He saluted me and headed to Tanya’s room.
“She’ll be missed,” Hammer mused.
“Yeah well, there’s always someone to step into her shoes,” I muttered. “I got somewhere to be.”
I left the annex to find Kansas. I instructed him to get a tracker in Tanya’s belongings so we could make sure she did leave. He nodded and went to a cabinet in the security room. King would want to know she’s as far away as possible, she had nothing to do with the Kingsmen. Nope, this little stunt all boiled down to me.
Guilt wracked me at what might have happened to Wave if Handlebar hadn’t come out and saw what was going on.
I shook it off, the last thing Waverley needed was me wallowing in guilt. I headed back to Medic’s room and relieved Lana who was busy talking the leg off Waverley about her wedding. She gave me a nod as she said goodbye and waddled out of the room. I took her seat and stared at Waverley.
“Is she gone or…”
“Going, we’re putting her on a train to the Midwest.”
“Wow, that’s drastic.”
“Yeah well, it’s better she gets as far away from here as possible.”
“You got any other psycho women I should worry about?”
I smirked. “Only you.”
“Jack ass,” she grumbled, and I laughed.
“You doing okay?”
“Headache and tired but every time I close my eyes some asshole nudges me.”
“It’s for your own good.”
“Yeah well, if I hear about another wedding dress or cake flavor I’ll knockmyselfunconscious.”
I took her hand. “I promise, wedding dresses are the furthest thing from my mind.”
“Hmm,” she gave me a side eye, and I wondered if that was something she thought about.
I shook that thought out of my brain. “I’m sure Medic will give the all clear to sleep soon.”
She yawned and her jaw cracked. “Okay, so how are you going to entertain me?”
A filthy grin spread over my face.
“Not a chance,” Medic piped up behind me. “No vigorous or strenuous activities for at least a week. You don’t need your blood pressure causing a rush in your head, it’ll slow your recovery.”
“Are you fucking serious?” I almost stood up and punched Medic in the face.
“Sorry,” he said with glee. “Guess you better get familiar with your palm.”
“Son of a fucking bitch.”
