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“What? Why?”
“Because that leaves the wrong person alive,” she read. “What does that mean?”
“No clue, but that sentence feels pointed.”
A scream tore through the air, male, pained and terrified.
My stomach tightened in anticipation, except this wasn’t my kill.
A second yowl followed, then the crash and thud of a fight. I was fifty feet away and could hear clear as day. Whoever the garden creeper was had launched a frenzy of his own.
“The bastard’s stolen our kill,” Cassie said.
“Fucker has. We’re being professionally embarrassed.” I warred with myself, wanting the blood. Not needing the hassle.
My sister made the decision for me.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we need to go.”
Goddamn it. She was right. Nothing ruined a perfectly good revenge mission faster than someone beating you to the body. And if this wasn’t random, we were already behind.
Chapter 28
Tyler
In the warehouse’s main ground-floor corridor, the clubs had closed, dancers leaving for home and the cleaning crew moving in. Half of my team had returned, with Ash and Convict immediately heading out on a run to get female staff home safely, and Heretic and Kane finalising the drop-off that Lovelyn had organised.
They’d be back soon, which gave me time to put in place part of my plan.
I found Arran finishing up in his office. He straightened on my approach.
“I’ll be on a personal mission for the next few days, possibly a week. I’ll be splitting my team. I’d appreciate Shade’s and Riot’s help if ye can swing it.”
His expression gave nothing up. “What are you doing?”
“Bringing in some people. Two could be well protected.”
“Alive?”
“For now.”
Arran queried, “Who?”
I gave him the names. Denise Harford and her rapist husband. Sullivan’s two men. “I won’t be neglecting my duties. I’ll ask Kane and Heretic to step up alongside the other workthey have on. Then Convict and Ash will join in. I’ll brief them all now.”
He held that heavy focus on me then inclined his head. “Find me after that conversation.”
I rapped on the doorframe then walked away.
In the ops centre, Ash and Convict heard me out and agreed to the tasks, selecting one of Sullivan’s cronies as their pickup.
Ash rubbed his hands together. “Tomorrow night is going to be educational.”
Convict wore an identical grin. “I love a themed evening.”
A notification landed on my phone, Kane telling me they were back. I swapped one pair out for another, Heretic and Kane taking a turn in my spotlight.
Kane walked me through the handover of the Marchant-Smythes to the cops. “Lovelyn planned the drop with the detective. Fucker sent one of his minions with an unmarked van. Coward. But they took them in.”
