Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 69

69

JACK

Dax gave me a look as he swung down beside me onto the upstairs balcony.

“This is more fun than I’ve had in a while.” He grinned as he caught his breath.

“Let’s get my girl,” I said. “Get Sal ready for Paul.”

Maybe because this was fucking Mayberry, or because the weather was really good, only a screen kept us from entering the master bedroom. The sliding door was open. There were two twin beds, perfectly made. Over the bedside table between them, hung a mounted bear’s head.

“What the hell?” Dax whispered, eyeing it. The mouth was open in a snarl, with big teeth and fake drool. “That’d give me nightmares.”

“So would waking up beside Hannah’s mother,” I muttered .

Dax checked his phone. “Paul said he’s almost here.”

Good. About fucking time. I skirted around the beds. “Let’s go.”

I pulled out my gun. Dax did the same, then followed.