Page 35 of Psycho

He sipped his water and looked at his boss. “Did you catch the fuckers? Especially that tall one who did this?” He pointed at his neck.

Psycho shook his head. “No, house was cleared out and bleached by the time we located it. But, we’re working on it.”

Wizard pulled up his tablet and showed him the main bastard, the one who’d broken his neck. “That him?”

Even though we knew it was, I could tell Wizard was just testing to see if the sketch was accurate. Even though Wizard had made an AI sketch, Chaos opted to do another one, and it was better than the AI one.

“Fuck yes, that’s him. Wow, did Chaos draw that?”

“Yep, and I uploaded it, along with a couple other sketches he and Nera provided for us, and put it on the most wanted part of the dark web.”

“What if the asshole sees it?” Trigger asked.

I snorted. “Those guys could barely work their phones. I doubt they’re on the ‘dark web.’” I made air quotes.

“But they’re delivering the girls to someone,” Psycho said.

I nodded. “I got the feeling they were just brainless soldiers, waiting for an order. They were no masterminds.”

Just then, Cutter came in (I hadn’t seen him leave) with a tray with two bowls. Mac ’n cheese in one, grilled chicken in the other.

Everyone looked at me, as if I was his mother or something.

I simply shrugged. “It’s your gastrointestinal system. It’s been on a break, but you have fun with that.”

Everyone laughed. Trigger shrugged and dug in. If he threw up, at least he could clean it himself.

“You didn’t get any names while you were there?” Trigger asked before popping some chicken in his mouth.

I shook my head. “They were smart enough not to call each other by name. They just would use man, dude, fucker for each other, anything but a proper name.”

“We need to find out who’s at the top,” Psycho said. “Cut the head off the snake.”

“But we need to get to one of these guys to do it,” Wizard commented, holding up the tablet with all four sketches made into some kind of collage. I fought back a shudder at looking at their faces again.

“Did you send that to Viper?” Psycho asked, jutting his chin at the tablet.

“I sent it to his tech guy, Face. But yeah,” Wizard replied.

Face? I shook my head. I just don’t care to know anymore.

“We should let Trigger get some rest and… digest his food,” I suggested.

The guys filed out of the room but Charlie stayed.

“Bathroom’s right there.” I jutted my chin at the restroom with a wink.

He lifted his hand to flip me off, but Charlie smacked it down.

Psycho chuckled and closed the door behind us.

“This is sooo good,” I groaned, shoveling the last bite of Jambalaya into my mouth. I wanted to lick the plate clean. “Spicy but not unbearable. So many flavors.”

Shep looked at me. “Can’t beat the food here in New Orleans. One thing I do not miss about Minnesota.”

“What do you miss about it?” I asked, staring into his warm brown eyes.

He shook his head. “Absolutely nothing except my ma.”

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