Chapter 54
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Being a fixer meant I didn’t usually kill people. I took care of problems. I made them go away. Jack was the hitman. He did all the wet work. Sometimes I tagged along because we were buddies and there was nothing like a Saturday night where he offed someone and then we went and got pancakes at our favorite diner.
That fun was in the past. Jack didn’t live in Denver any longer. He didn’t off anyone. His favorite thing to eat wasn’t pancakes any longer. It was definitely Hannah.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to put these two fuckers in the ground. Or over a fucking cliff.
“C’mon, babycakes.” I didn’t have a choice but to take her arm and guide her out the back door and to the pickle van that had been parked in the alley behind the house. I was glad she caught on to the horrible pet name and that I had a plan. I had to hope this one she’d stick to and not go rogue.
Fuck, woman, please don’t go rogue.
The easiest way not to be eaten by a shark was to skip the ocean. The best way for Fiona to keep from being tossed into a ravine was to not get a ride in a pickle truck to one.
But while these two pickle people had guns, we were also armed. We were the ones running this show.
They just didn’t know it.
I kept my grip gentle and ran my thumb along the inside of her bicep.
Leather Jacket Guy opened the back, and I helped her in. She gave us all a grumpy look and sat with her back against the side of the van.
“I’m up front,” I told him. “I can’t give directions from back there.”
The other guy realized he’d have to sit in the back and wasn’t happy.
Too fucking bad.