“And if you want to keep it, instead of…you know…”
“I don’t do expired.” That meant someone was close to the end of their life.
“Fine. Seven?”
I looked at him a bit closer. Something was freaking this man out. Carson was a cold-blooded killer, or maybe he wasn’t like that at all. He put up a good front as much as others did.
“Fine. Where?”
“It’s in my trunk.”
Fuck.
“Right then.” I stood, taking the envelope from the man as he stood too. “There better be no surprises in that thing.”
“Nope. Just…do whatever with it. I don’t want to know.”
I waited until Carson and I were out in the darkened parking lot. One of his men followed but kept back far enough to not be considered a ‘witness’.
“Who wants it gone?” I asked quietly, hoping he’d give me a name. Any name. I just needed one.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”
“Carson.” I gritted out as we came to the back of his current car. It was probably stolen.
“Donald Bane. He told me to get this out to the pigs. So…”
I nodded with a dip of my chin.
The one man that was next to impossible to catch, let alone pin a crime on. That man had filthy hands in many dealings around town, and yet nothing held when the police did catch up to him.
“Don’t tell anyone I have him.”
“I know nothing. You take out the trash. I will go on my merry way.” With that, he lifted the trunk.
The boy was out cold. And I mean, a fucking kid. He couldn’t be more than fifteen at the most, even if he were knocked out with drugs.
My stomach threatened to squeeze the life out of me.
Making sure the money was tucked away in my front pocket, not stupid enough to let Carson think I was going to play games, I picked the boy up and lifted him over my shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
He weighed next to nothing.
“He’ll be out for a few more hours.”
I didn’t say a fucking thing. I marched to my car and put the boy in the back seat before getting into the driver’s side. Then I took off, tires squealing.
I waited until the sketchy bar was out of sight in my rearview mirror before picking up my phone.
“It’s late, man.” Collin greeted groggily. “Can’t you ever be normal?”
“Sorry.” No, I can’t. I was kind of freaking out. “Got a name. Donald Bane. I don’t care what you need to do.”
“Give me a few hours. I’ll send you everything I find,” Collin huffed. “But I’m not killing.”
No, but I sure was tempted to. Anyone who messed with a minor was meant to rot in hell for eternity.
I had to have more proof than just a kid in my back seat to put that man behind bars finally. Too bad I was a man of the law who couldn’t just kill someone in cold blood.
