I gestured to myself. “Bad guy, remember?”
“Just because you look like the bad guy doesn’t mean you are one.”
“Right, and how many warrants do I have?”
“Five hundred and forty-eight, including two in Canada.”
“Glad you're getting with the program. Now kindly, fuck off, agent,” I said as I began to turn around.
“I know where Kay is going to be.”
There would be no fucking off for her today.
I was on her in the next ten seconds. Her back was against the car, and my gun was pressed into her gut. Not that I would shoother there. Killing women wasn’t on my list of favorite hobbies, but when I did, it was kill shot. Directly between the eyes. Over in an instant. Painless.
She cursed something in Spanish under her breath as she stared up at me. I knew the language enough to get me by.
“Insulting yourself won’t get you out of this,” I deadpanned.
“Are you going to kill me?” Her voice was strong. Bold.Good for her.
“Piss me off, and I just might, agent.”
“How do I not piss you off?” she asked sweetly as I glared down at her.
“Karina is going to be at Busch Stadium tonight. Ray Romano is—”
“Yes, I know about him. The fucker won’t stay dead,” I growled, removing the gun from her body and signaling Don.
Time to go swing some fucking bats.
The tech girl gave me a look of confusion. “Dead? He's supposed to be dead?”
I ran a palm down my face. I didn’t have time for this. Karina needed me. “Have a good day,” I sighed, pulling her away from the vehicle.
“So, you know about the trade?”
I turned to face her. “What did you just say?” The tone in my voice caused her caramel skin to pale. Now she was afraid of me.Good.I took a step to her, and she took one back. “Agent, you and I both know I'll catch you. Let’s not waste precious time.”
That stilled her. The woman tilted her chin up to me. “He wants Gwen. Sullie is supposed to trade Gwen for Kay.”
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry as my stomach curled. My eyes looked anywhere but hers. “Connors know?”
“There is a plan set in place,” she confirmed once I looked back at her. Deacon was now leaning against the hood of the piece of government property like he owned it, his eyes on her.
“If there's a plan in place, then why come to me?” I shouldn’t care about this, but there was a tug in my chest that wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.
She sighed and looked at her Converse. They were lime green. FuckingChrist. “Because things don’t always go according to plan.”
“How did you find us?”
I was surprised when Deacon spoke, but I couldn’t fault him for it. Perhaps he was searching for a way to cover up a mistake he assumed he made. He didn’t know that this was an airport used by the Bureau. Therefore, it wasn’t his problem.
The girl snorted and pointed to the cameras. “Give me more credit than that, asshole.”
The time to raise a brow and provide her with a snarky remark was nonexistent. “Good day, agent,” I said swiftly as I got into the Tahoe. Once Deacon was in the passenger seat, I floored the gas, leaving the tech girl in the parking lot.
My hand rested on top of the steering wheel, my gun in the other as I looked to my loyal employee. “Things are about to get bloody. You ready?”
