She pulls both Glocks from her holster.Shit.“This is how this is going to go. You start talking, or I start fucking shooting.” She points her Glocks at Xander and a random guy. We all follow suit leveling weapons on the rest of the guys, the crowbar hitting the floor with a clang when I drop it.
“What’s it going to be?” she asks again.
“Fuck!” Xander runs his hand through his hair. “You’ll fucking kill me.”
She gestures with her Glock. “Who did you get it from?” She knows who it came from but needs him to say it. Xander clams up, and she pulls the trigger on the other guy. His body slams into the far wall, a perfect circle in the middle of his forehead. “Who. Did. You. Get. It. From?”
“Fuck! Spinner! I got it from Spinner Sade!”
“Jacob “Spinner” Sade?” Les asks, and Xander nods. “YOU ARE SELLING COKE FOR THE FUCKING RUSSIANS?!”
Everyone winces at the volume of her voice, and even I eye herwarily; she doesn’t raise her voice like that.
“I needed the cash! You kept me on a tight lea….” Xander argues, but he doesn’t finish before Les is on him and smashes a high-heeled booted foot in the middle of his chest, knocking him to the floor.
She presses her Glock to his forehead. “You couldn’t be fucking trusted,” she grinds out. “You were never meant to be more than a fucking street thug.” She presses harder when he looks like he might move. “Tie them up and take their phones,” she tells us without looking away from Xander.
Gage digs through a toolbox and pulls out zip ties. We get them tied up like she asked, and I approach her. “What’s the play here, Les?”
“Get the coke out of that car but take one with us so it can be tested so I can see where it’s coming from.” Her finger tightens on the trigger. “Kill them all. Set it up to look like the Russians.”
“Boss,” Leo says quietly, and I look at him harshly. He holds up a phone. “You might want to see this.”
I nod my head toward him and take her spot, gladly shoving my gun into this motherfucker’s forehead. She walks over and jerks the phone out of his hand; to his credit, he doesn’t react. You just have to roll with it when she is like this; she doesn’t mean anything by it.
“The dime is here. I repeat, the dime is here,” she reads from his phone; she turns to the kid with greasy blonde hair and bloodshot blue eyes. “Who is Z-Mack, and what does the dime is here mean?”
The kid shakes his head, shrinking away from her.
She presses her Glock into his temple. “I’m getting real tired of you assholes thinking you don’t have to answer me.” She pushes harder. “Answer me!”
He folds like wet paper. “You,” he says with a shaky voice. “You’re the dime.”
“Who’s Z-Mack?” Leo asks.
The kid whimpers. “He’s my contact officer.”
“You're a rat?” Dex growls, making the kid shrink in on himself even more. “For who?”
“Detective Ayers,” he answers.
Motherfucker.
Chapter 30
Alessa
“Did he say what I think he just fucking said?” Ryder barks from his position, holding Xander to the floor. It speaks about what kind of person Xander is when not one of the guys in this garage will speak up on his behalf.
“Yes,” I sigh. “Fuck!” I dig my phone from my back pocket and dial Holden.
“What’s wrong?” he answers on the first ring, and I smile despite myself.
“Any activity outside of the garage since we got here?” I ask, and hear him tapping away on his computer.
“No. The last car to pull up was you guys. Nothing since then. Why?”
“If you see a white Dodge Challenger pull up, call me asap. Or any car. Okay?”
