Page 113 of Walking the Edge

“You don’t need to meet him.” Jack shook his head. “You need to lie in wait and pounce. Hook on the cuffs. Like we did with my skip last night.”

“Will you please listen?” Cath glared across the table. “I want to talk my brother into surrendering.”

“You think he’s going to bite?”

“Yes.” She set her empty bowl aside. “If Les uses his very excellent brain.”

Dammit, Cath didn’t deserve to be third-degreed. Mitch held up a hand. “Cath and I have a deal, Jack. She’s going to talk to him first.” Her brother had sounded scared and desperate, though, and desperate people could be unpredictable. “How do you plan to catch DiMartino?”

Kurt braced an elbow on the table and looked at Cath. “Mitch says you know him. You got any ideas?”

Cath tore a piece of bread. “I do.”

His brothers stared as if they didn’t believe a female could strategize.

That gleam in her eye could not be trusted, and Mitch clenched a fist. “Not happening, Cath, and you know it. The feebie told you to lie low.”

She ignored him. “We think Paul’s looking for me.”

“DiMartino’s probably the one who shot at us.” Mitch pushed away from the table. “You’re not getting anywhere close to him.”

“I can text him.” She raised her brows at Kurt who nodded he understood. “Once you come up with a meet time.”

“No. Don’t mess with DiMartino.” Why did Cath have to ask for trouble?

“Your family has been very gracious about letting me stay here.”

Mitch crossed his arms. “You’re staying here because I invited you.”

“I should contribute.” Cath leveled those blue eyes on him.

Mitch melted a few degrees. She had good instincts, but dammit, she needed to listen to him on this. “You don’t have the skills to get involved with these guys. They’re deadly.”

“She’s got the mouth.” Jack guffawed. “That’s got to count for something.”

Mitch glared at his brother. He didn’t care what purgatory Jack had been through as a cop, he could display some manners. “Whose side are you on?”

“If you’re picking sides, I want to be with the winner.” Hal carried his dishes to the sink.

“You can’t play yet,” Kurt said. “You’re not completely healed.”

“I can drive the car.” Hal mimicked driving. “See?”

Kurt looked at Cath. “You have DiMartino’s number?”

Cath wiped her mouth. “We think Paul stole my brother’s cell.”

“Assumptions are dangerous,” Hal said.

“We’re pretty sure Paul has it.” Mitch set his spoon on the plate beneath his bowl. His aunt’s shrimp-and-okra gumbo ranked as a personal favorite, but he couldn’t stomach another bite and this discussion at the same time.

“We only realized that this morning.” Cath explained about receiving a message on her brother’s old number and the subsequent ambush.

“I didn’t appreciate the way you snuck out.” Hal leaned his hips against the counter.

“It was a mistake.” These Guidry boys knew how to call her on every one. “Anyway, I can text Paul and set up a meeting. You guys can already have the location staked out and can arrest him when he shows.”

“That sounds doable.” Mitch relaxed. “The others can take over grabbing this fugitive, and you and I can go find your brother.”

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