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Because she knew Ethan worried, she reassured him.

“I’ll be fine.”

Ethan stared.

“I wasn’t worried about you getting hurt, Elizabeth. I was more worried about you going to jail for homicide.”

She shrugged.

“And that’s why I needed you with me. You’re my alibi. When it goes down, we were having sex at the time of his untimely homicide. Really good sex too. I was on the top and…”

All three Marines leaned in.

Ethan wasn’t having it. He was definitely going with her whether she liked it or not.

“Knock it off, chucklefucks,” Ethan said. “Or I’m having them drop you off here. Ten thousand feet up.”

That slowed their roll.

The men moved to the front of the jet to work on their plans for keeping the woman safe.

When they were gone, Elizabeth reassured him.

“What could happen in NOLA? It’s just me, The Hunters, the Crofts, Marines, your ex’s ex, and a Russian oligarch wannabe. That’s a normal day in my life. Now, if we add in a cannibal hooker eater, then, maybe I’m in over my head.”

Ethan stared at her.

Oh, Jesus.

This was exactly what he was afraid of.

To his bones.

His wife had lost her damn mind.

Chapter Fourteen

Chartres Street

Six P.M.

Sun Going Down

Thursday

Never let anyone tell him that his senses were starting to dull with age, because they weren’t. As Reaper was driving around the block, moving his car so he could watch the main house at different angles, and not be seen, that’s when he felt off.

Why?

Because the sensor that turned on the lights in the walkway between the two buildings that led to the courthouse of the Hunter’s home was on.

There were only a few ways that could happen.

Someone triggered it by walking on the stones and setting off the motion detector, or someone inside turned it on. The gate went to the ground, and there was no way an animal could wander through there.

It looked like moving his vehicle had been something beneficial.

Something sketchy was going on.

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