That was just freakin’ great.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Boone said, echoing my thoughts. “We didn’t have Kurt involved anymore, but now that we killed his younger brother, he’s going to come back.”
My thoughts exactly.
“Agreed,” Koen said. “Ida Bell gave everything that she had on Kraig to the FBI agent in charge, as well as Black and Gentry. I went ahead and sent all that information to y’all to have as well.”
Boone’s fingers fisted at his side. “Thanks, man.”
“Welcome,” Koen said before hanging up.
Boone and Sawyer started discussing what would happen next with Kurt, and I called the first company I found that dealt with biohazardous waste.
The company said they’d be out in half an hour, then told me that they would charge me an arm and a leg.
After agreeing to give them both to them in trade for services rendered, I called Margery just to give her an update since I didn’t want her to worry.
I then sent out a text to my sister telling her everything that had happened so far.
Finally, when I was done, I texted Beau.
Nettie:
Thanks for shooting someone for me. And I’ll agree to work with you at the Cowgirls as long as you can get me out of a contract with Oregon FC.
Just what I needed. Another team that hated me.
He took two seconds to reply back.
Beau:
Consider it done. I want you there for practices. Don’t want you to do anything but light working out and bonding with the team. You’ll officially be on the roster as long as you show up for practices. Also, the team’s pretty hostile right now. Lots to tell you, but I can give you that information when you show up for practice tomorrow.
Smiling at his words, I put the phone into my pocket, looked up, and declared, “I have a job!”
Both men stopped in their conversation to look at me.
“That’s why Beau was here.” I gestured toward the spray of blood. “To offer me a job with the Cowgirls. I start tomorrow.”
Boone scowled deeper.
“Only light working out and no contact, I promise,” I said. “Which is great because I’m bored as fuck at home.”
Sawyer’s brows rose. “From where I stand, you’ve had a lot of excitement at home.”
I waved away his words. “I’m hungry, can we go to Arby’s?”
Twenty-Two
If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.
—Nettie’s secret thoughts
Nettie
Boone went to the first part of practice with me because he wanted to make sure that I was being truthful about light working out only.
Beau met him at the gates to the facility and stopped him before he could enter. “Sorry, man, but we’re going to have to stop you here. You can’t come in. I’m showing her the locker room and all that fun stuff today. You can watch from the stadium, since I know you want to make sure I was serious about keeping it light for her. We’re timing our mile today.” He looked at me. “You’re running, right?”
