“Good. Now, it seems like Stryker might have been about to tell us something when he walked in.”
“That’s right. So, check this out.” He walked to a large TV that was mounted on one of the walls, turned it on, then pulled his phone from his jeans and began tapping and swiping. A few seconds later, an image appeared on the television screen. “This is drone footage I captured earlier when I did a flyover. Doesn’t seem like anyone noticed me. But I sure noticed them. Look right there.” He pointed at a car.
Isaiah stepped closer. “Two guys.”
“Yep,” Stryker said. “Sitting right outside the storage place. I’m willing to bet they’re waiting for my new friend Trixie.”
John’s blood ran cold. “So that confirms it. We’ve got to go ahead with the plan you came up with.”
“Yep,” Stryker said with a grin. “Tomorrow morning, we cause one heck of a distraction.”
Harrison nodded. “Don’t worry, John and Trixie. You’re in good hands. As it turns out, creating distractions—and getting into a little bit of trouble—is what Stryker and I do best!”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Riding in the limo with Ace once again behind the wheel, Trixie noticed there were now two cars with guys in them now at the storage shed, though not next to each other, as if covering different angles.
Smart, she thought.
Watch multiple doors and then they couldn’t miss her.
Or so they thought.
Ace finished circling the place and pulled up near one of the storage facility’s doors. “Okay, are you all ready?”
“Ready!” Trixie offered eagerly.
Isaiah smiled. “I think we’re ready, Ace.” He looked at John. “You sure you’re good with all this?”
“It’s the only way. Dragging that safe out would be too noticeable. Especially with those assholes watching.” His eyes darted to Trixie. “Excuse my language, please, little darling.”
She giggled. “Quite all right. Theyarebuttholes!”
Looking back at Trixie, Isaiah said, “And you’re absolutely sureyou’recomfortable with this. I know what you just told Ace. But please, truly think about it. This might be dangerous. We can find another way.”
“I want to nail these guys! And my Daddy is here. He’ll keep me safe.” She squeezed John’s strong, bulging arm. “You all will. I trust you!”
Isaiah nodded. “Then let’s do this. Everyone stick to their parts. Be careful. In and out. Let’s end this.”
Trixie remembered what the Daddy Guard guys had told her and tried hard not to look in the direction of the bad guys.
From her vantage point, only one car was visible. The other one was parked around the back of the large storage facility, covering the rear exit.
But it was hard enough not to stare at the two guys who sat in the one car. After all, they were there to watch for her. Or worse.
Would they kill her?
Certainly seemed like that was their plan. They’d basically tried when they staged the mugging. There was no doubt they’d make another attempt now. But this was different.
She had Daddy! She had the Guard watching her back. Plus, Stryker and Harrison.
Trixie felt darn near invincible.
Playing her part, she felt ultra professional in the pant suit and blazer she wore. She’d dressed nicely for her accounting job, but even the mafia-controlled company she’d worked for allowed jeans.
Now, with her hair pulled back and the large glasses framing her eyes, she felt almost like a different person.
“Maybe this is what Harrison feels when he makes his movies,” she noted.
