Chapter Thirty-Five
Special Agent Raleyfumbled with the radio, trying to find a station that didn’t play country music. He couldn’t wait to leave the reservation and that cow town, Alina. The only thing that made his stay worth it was the money he received from selling drugs and EBT cards. He smiled widely; he’d made a shit ton of money. The residents in the county were hungry for smack, and Roy was a greedy sonofabitch, so it had worked out better than he’d imagined. He was even able to set up shop months before he’d arrived, thanks to the stupidest MC he had the displeasure of knowing, the Skull Crushers.
He snapped off the radio in frustration. “I can’t wait to get the fuck back to D.C.,” he said aloud. The only kink—and it was a big one—in his otherwise flawless plan was Breanna.Why the fuck did she get involved? I ought to kill that sonofabitch junkie brother of hers for setting all this up.A small part of him felt bad that he had to kill her; he thought she was a nice woman except for her lousy taste in men.
He slowed the car down.Did I lock the door from the outside when I left? Damn. I can’t remember.He was positive there was no way she could get out of the handcuffs, but he was the type of man who liked to make sure all his bases were covered.I’m only a half mile from the reservation. What the hell.There weren’t any cars on the road, so he hung a U-turn and headed back to the office.
He parked in front of the building and jumped out. When he put his key in the top lock and turned, it locked.I forgot to lock it.He smiled and took his key out, but as he was ready to go back to the car, he heard a loud clanging noise inside the building.
It’s probably that damn AC. The fucking moron obviously didn’t fix it right.
He unlocked the door and entered the building. The clanging was coming from the air vent.The idiot was just here. It sounds awful. I’ll just shut the damn thing off and call the jackass in the morning.He walked over to the control switch and slid it to Off. Since he was there, he decided to check on Breanna.
He unlocked the door and swung it open.What the fuck?He stared at the empty chair and the pair of handcuffs on the floor.How the hell did she get out of them?The clanging noise started up again and he looked at the air vent, then saw the ladder under it and the grill on the floor. An evil smile broke out across his face.She’s in the air vent. I don’t know how the fuck she did it, but she gets points for gumption. But the little bitch is causing way more trouble than she’s worth.
He walked out of the storeroom and followed the sound to the front part of the office. The repairman told him the day before that the vent to the office next to the storeroom was blocked, so he figured the little cunt had found that out and was making her way to the next vent, which was in the reception area.Well, I’ll just wait for her and give her the welcome she deserves.He dragged a chair from behind a desk, withdrew his Glock pistol, and sat down to wait.
