“Okay.” The man in scrubs gave her an assessing look and then ushered Jeff througha set of double doors.
Tara hadn’t been in an emergency room since the day Jenna’s husband Mick nearly died. The day Colin had betrayed her and almost been killed himself. The antiseptic smell, the soft hush of hot air through vents, the random cries and beeping machines brought back too many unwanted memories.
She was a stronger, better woman now. Independent, fulfilled, happy.
Lonely.
Okay, yes, maybe a little, but life was good. At least, it had been until someone put her on their hit list.
“How could you fail again?” Rick slammed his fist onto his desk and glared at his best heavy. The job should have been finished hours ago.
Hank shrugged his large shoulders. “She had help. Same guy as last time. He’s built like a giraffe, but he has skills.” He rubbed the back ofhis head. “Fucker gave me a concussion.”
Rick took a deep breath, spread his palms flat on his desk, and slowly settled into his office chair, his gaze never leaving his hired muscle. His type-A, short-tempered older brother had nearly died of a heart attack at forty-five and Rick had no plans to follow in his footsteps now that he was the same age. “You understand how important this is, right?”he asked, his voice calm, his pulse steady.
Hank nodded, his ears and cheeks turning deep red.
“This woman saw something and might have evidence. I need her taken care of ASAP. And the guy with her too, now that he’s seen your faces. Nothing can lead the police back to me, got it?”
Hank nodded.
“Their deaths need to look like an accident, but keep it simple. Run them off the road or something.Drop a building on their fucking heads. I don’t know. Just find them and get it done.”
The alternative was not an option. Tara might not realize what she knew yet, but come Monday, his client would be fucked.
More importantly, so would Rick’s reputation.
“Yes, sir.” The big man crossed his arms. “What about Gorou?”
Hank’s partner in the fire debacle had been arrested.
Rick ran a handthrough his hair so he wouldn’t be tempted to strangle Hank. Could they have made the attempt on Tara’s life any more fucking complicated? “Forget about Gorou. He’s no good to us in police hands. He’ll be dealt with.” Rick had no patience for fuck-ups.
He also had someone inside the police department with a serious gambling debt and a young family. And some videos the corrupt cop didn’t wantmade public.
“Yes, sir,” Hank ground out through clenched teeth.
“Enough chit-chat. I need this done yesterday. Make. It. Fucking. Happen.”
