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“You all good, little Pixie?” Tav smiles down at me, as gentle as ever.

“Yeah, just a little confused. What’s going to happen?”

He takes in the scene; the brothers looking relaxed, Pops and Chewy whispering to each other, Rhodie attaching Officer Martin to a St. Andrews Cross.

“It’s hard to say. Given that we can’t beat, maim, or kill him, this is new territory. But don’t worry, I’m sure the team has something up their sleeves.”

“Rhodie, soundtrack please, babe,” Chewy asks sweetly before Rhodie drops a kiss on her lips and a pat on the ass.

The brothers all groan, and in no time music is being piped into the room.

“Is it getting hot in here?” Pops asks, with a twinkle in his eye as the opening beats of Nelly’s song start pumping.

“Everyone, keep your fucking clothes on!” Marx bellows over the snickers.

“Good gracious ass is bodacious,” Chewy sings under her breath while she opens Officer Martin’s mouth and squirts something inside. Forcing his mouth shut, she rubs his lips all around. “Just gotta get all the Midazolam soaking in.”

“Oh shit,” Switch curses.

“What? What’s shit? Can one of you fuckers explain to the rest of the room?” Marx grumbles, giving death glares to Chewy, and then Switch.

“Midazolam is one of the drugs the CIA was banned from using.” Switch answers in his booming voice.

Marx does that thing where only one brow raises. “Why?”

“Because it’s unethical to use truth serums on prisoners,” Pops says with glee. “Lucky for us, we aren’t the CIA.”

Chewy takes the top off a tiny bottle and holds it under Martin’s nose until he comes awake with a jerk. Instead of cursing and yelling and struggling, though, he seems dazed and confused.

“Well, there you are! How are you feeling, buddy?” Pops croons.

“I feel funny. Fuzzy. Tired. My mouth is so dry and I’m a little worried.”

“Bingo,” Chewy whispers, fist bumping Pops and turning to look at our prisoner. “Officer Martin, do you know who I am?”

“Yes, you’re the youngest of the Tombs family. You were diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum when you were 8 years old. You graduated high school and college early. I think you’re behind the disappearance of some of the major players in the trafficking game, but I can’t find any proof.”

There are a lot of raised eyebrows around the room, and the tension at how much he knows about Chewy is uncomfortable. He’s been doing his research. Chewy, however, doesn’t even blink an eye. In fact, she looks downright giddy that he knows so much about her.

Clapping her hands together and rubbing them with glee, she smiles, wide eyes twinkling.

“Let’s get this party started, shall we?”

Chapter 12

Tav

“You’re positive that he isn’t going to come back here and fucking arrest everyone?” Tank asks as Pops releases Officer Dickwad from the St. Andrews cross where he spilled his guts. Both literally and figuratively.

I already have the cleaning supplies out of the closet and am ready to put Chewy’s room back to rights as soon as we see the loose lipped officer from the premises.

“Yup,” Pops replies, popping the ‘p’. “He’s out of it enough to not remember a thing, but I’ll hit him with another dose of Midazolam before we send him on his way. Oh, and a little something to flush the Rohypnol from his system. That way, he’ll just feel a little dazed, rather than dazed and feeling like shit.”

Pres turns to look at Switch for confirmation. “Hate to agree with the old coot, but he’s right. Midazolam calms the brain and impairs memory. Hit him with enough and he won’t even remember this all happened.”

“Exactly!” Pops finger guns Switch, “We’ll give him a little more, then put him back in his cruiser. He’ll wake up in about three hours feeling like he had the best goddamned nap of his life,”

Judge and Tank step forward and half carry, half drag blabbermouth out of the shed, presumably to his vehicle.

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