Page 165 of Icy Cold Death

She grinned.

“I know. Sometimes, I can’t help myself,” she said. Then, she focused on the woman. “You’re still joining us, right? Because I really want you on our team. You feel like the kind of person I can work with. You’re like a Bishop and Honor all rolled into one.”

Bishop snorted.

“You’re. A. Dead. Woman,” she said, amused. Julian was definitely revoking her hiring privileges when she got home.

Honestly, Genesis had been upfront. She hated her job here. She felt like she was a zoo animal behind glass working with all the men.

She was tired of being hit on.

Asked inappropriate things.

All she wanted to do was run away, escape the nut farm, and actually do some legitimate work. That’s why she’d turned in her resignation for two weeks.

“I’m in. I don’t own a house, and I can pack up my dog and be in my car in an hour. After watching you on the phone with your husband, I can tell this is going to be a wild ride. I like spicy.”

Tori leaned over the seat as they pulled into the strip club.

“Perfect. We’re not cops, but we do good things. You’re going to make that easier.”

She hoped so.

Genesis liked them.

She didn’t know why, but she did. It felt weird to be included when she’d been alone for a long time. This move felt right. That darkness that seemed to be chasing her was pushed back a little, giving her some time to breathe.

As soon as her phone chimed, Tori pulled it out of her pocket, and knew who it would be from.

Julian.

There was no doubt.

‘Do not take your brother into a strip club, Victoria. That is like opening a gate to Hell. We are going to have a discussion when I see you next. Someone is getting too big for her sexy britches. Bet on it—your husband.’

She showed Bishop and their new employee the text, and was amused.

God.

She missed Julian.

Both women found the text amusing.

Know who wasn’t amused?

Well, that would be the ghost in the car who was told he couldn’t go into a strip club to look at titties.

“I. DO. NOT. LIKE. YOU. I. AM. REVOKING. MY. BROTHER-SISTER. CARD. YOU’RE. DEAD. TO. ME.”

Tori was amused.

“Bethany, I’m about to go into a gentleman’s club to talk to strippers. Make sure your husband keeps his ass here in the car. He’ll be checking out the ladies.”

The dial spun.

“OH. HE. IS. NOT. GETTING. OUT. OF. THIS. VEHICLE. OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.”

Genesis pointed at the radio.

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