“Did Jerrel clear it out?”
“As best he could.”
“Then I guess they’ll go to the house and not find anything.”When Able remained quiet, Martin got nervous.“They won’t find anything, will they, Able?”
“No, boss.Jerrel cleared it out.”
This was what he got for hiring locals to take care of things.
“Keep an eye on them.”
“Will do.”
Martin ended the call and dialed Allison’s number.
As soon as she answered, he said, “Where are you?”
“Taking care of some things.”
“Are you in Johnson City?”
“No.”
At least she didn’t lie to him.The bitch was known to push his buttons, and she was getting worse the older she got.
“You need to get back there.”
“Why?”
“Looks like we’ve got company.”
“I need to take care of something first.Then I’ll head that way.”
“Where’s your partner?”
“He’s getting things set up.”
“Good.I’m glad to know you convinced him to do the right thing.”
She remained quiet.
“Call me when you’re back there.”
“Sure.”
The call ended, and he resisted the urge to throw his phone into the wall.He wasn’t sure how the fuck those backwoods rednecks had managed to find him.He’d been careful.Extremely.There should’ve been no way for them to narrow down his whereabouts to a city.
That was assuming they were looking for him.If they were looking for someone else … well, he hated to be the bearer of bad news, but that was no longer a problem he had to deal with.
It paid to have someone on your payroll who knew how to disappear people in a way they could never be found.
