“But isn’t that out of your way?”
“I don’t want you to be alone waiting for a bus.I don’t trust Ranelle or Steven, even though he wasn’t here today.”
“It’s like we’re in high school once again,” she muttered.
Betsy snorted.“Yeah, tell me about it.I heard you called Ms.Bitch out on her childish behavior.Good for you, girl, and that’s why I’m taking you home.”
“Then I’ll pay for your gas.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“You’re saving me time and possibly keeping me from being assaulted.You absolutely deserve it.”
Betsy linked their arms together.“That’s what BFFs do.”
Chapter Eight
Hades stood at a largeopen crate inspecting the product that had just come in.His men were unloading the paintings while others were slicing the backs off.Red bricks were neatly stacked as others were taking inventory.
“Make sure runners are hitting the outlier aeras, like Eagle Rock,” he instructed Acheron.
His phone rang and when he glanced down, he saw the name of his contact on the Force.He held up a finger to his lieutenant and connected the call.
“Yes?”
“You have a problem.”The voice was low, barely above a whisper.“A female body was discovered behind your club Nightshade.”
Hades stilled.Twice was not a coincidence.“Can you cover it up?”
“Yeah, but get here quick.”
He hung up and glanced at Acheron.“Finish this.”
“What’s going on?”
“Another dead woman.”
