Chapter 61
There was no way in hell I was letting her father live after what Fiona told me. Nitro agreed and it’d been easy to get him dead in a way that didn’t look like a hit. Even if someone suspected, they didn’t really care. No one looked kindly at anyone who fucked with a kid.
As for the other names on my own FUCKERS OF FIONA’S LIFE list I had in my head, it was getting smaller.
Neidermeyer was taking himself down easily enough. He’d got caught planting evidence on his case and was in the process of being fired. He might be able to get a mall security job if he was lucky.
Trotter’s wife would be getting some interesting pictures in the next few days. So would the interoffice messaging system on the fourth floor of the Denver field office .
“I’m quitting, too,” I announced.
“You’re going to be bored,” Jack said.
I couldn’t help but laugh, then raise Fiona’s hand to my lips.
“I doubt it.”
Not with Fiona. No way in hell would life ever be boring.
I was going to spend the rest of my life proving that.
“We could start a pickle shop,” Fiona said.
Everyone went silent.
My gaze narrowed, then it was my turn to stand. I tugged Fiona to her feet.
“Thanks for dinner!” I called, then tossed Fiona over my shoulder.
We were out of here.
“Dax!” she shouted, laughing.
I spanked her ass once we were outside and on the way to my car.
“You want a pickle, I’ll give you my pickle.”
When I set her on her feet by the passenger door, she looked up at me and smiled. “Best in town, or so I’ve heard.”