“Fuck,” I lean an elbow on the bottom of the window and rest my head against my palm.
I haven’t told Nero all the details yet, because I need to be sure. If I thought the house where Charley was staying is bad, this place is a million times worse. I’m also not sure of Nero’s relationship to Sheridan. She might be his kid’s mom, but they were never together.
SheisSpeedway’s sister and I’m not looking forward to telling him what has been going on.
“I figured you’d want to go straight there.”
Camden dips his chin toward the glove compartment. Inside are two Glock 17s.
“Martinez called in the crew when I picked you up. There will be eight of them, plus you and me.”
“Jesus Cam, is it that bad?”
“Better to be safe than sorry. Not to mention this isn’t going to be clean, so we’ll need clean up before we call in the cops.”
“How many of them are there?”
“We’ve sat on it for a few days and watched comings and goings and figure at any one time there are four of them inside.”
“This is fucking horrible.”
“Tell me about it.” His jaw clenches and he drives in silence for a while.
It’s funny, in a none ‘ha ha’ way that both me and Camden have turned out the way we are. We have morals and there are things neither of us would ever do, but at the same time, we’re not afraid to do what needs to be done, and we’ve made choices and done things most people would object to.
“What about the cops?” I ask after we’ve gone a good ten miles.
“I have a relationship with a Detective in Narcotics, she’s good people, she’ll take them down,” he glances at me again. “We don’t need to worry about what happens until we call them in. You traveled on the ID Blaze got you?”
“Yeah.”
“No one will know you were here. I’ve got medics lined up too.”
My stomach is sinking the more he talks. I’m glad I decided not to visit my parents, this shit is going to be hard to deal with and I won’t be the best person to be around afterwards.
“Keep your cool in there, Callum.”
“You don’t need to tell me that, Camden.”
“Martinez has years of experience with this shit and even he reacted.”
“I guess we wouldn’t be normal people if we didn’t.”
Camden gives a tight nod, and we drive the rest of the way in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, each preparing for what is about to happen.
When we reach his men, there aren’t involved introductions, just names so we know who I am talking or listening toon the comms.
Martinez eyeballs me enough that I want to square up to him but Camden stares his man down and tells him I can handle this and wouldn’t be here if he didn’t believe that.
It’s almost eleven at night and the street the house is on is quiet. It’s run down, a lot of the surrounding properties are boarded up.
Camden told me people started moving out of the area years ago when drugs started moving in. The cops know about what goes on down here, but they rarely do anything, which is why I’m still skeptical about Camden’s detective.
We don’t have a chapter in Kentucky but there is one in Nashville. Nero decided to keep them out of it, which means my cut is back home.
It’s weird to not to have it on. The less identifiable we are here, the better. There is no need to ask about cameras, this is the kind of place the people who run it wouldn’t want anything being recorded.
If he was worried, Camden will have already dealt with it. He has a woman who does his tech that Blaze would be impressed by. Once we’ve run down everything we know is inside, and Martinez has shared how to react if there are any variables, we surround the house.
