Page 101 of Samson

“Nothing for you to worry about. What we’re here for is inside the building.”

He led her in to a low warehouse with pale yellow sheet metal for walls.

Besides an area next to the door that was set up for administration purposes—whatever they might be—the rest of the space was filled with boxes and containers of various sizes.

“We just got our shipment in,” he said as he walked to a pallet filled with large cans of instant coffee.

“I’m dealing caffeine? Is that my training wheels?”

“Cute,” he said, then used a box cutter to slice open the plastic that was wrapped around it. “You’ll have to participate in retrieving the fentanyl, I’m afraid.” He levered off the lid from one of the cans, then spilled the coffee grounds onto the floor before pulling out the bag of pills hidden inside.

“You’re going to make me do the dirty work?” Delilah said, taking the bag.

“It comes with the territory. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you on your own.”

“I thought you were busy with your other projects.”

“I can always make time for you.” He stepped up to her and put his hands on her arms, tipping his head down like he was thinking of kissing her.

She nearly jumped when her earwig sparked to life again. “We’re in position. Tell us when and get yourself out of the way.”

She shrugged away from his touch. “I already told you, I’m not ready for that yet.”

“You’re wasting a perfectly good moment.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you.” She lifted another coffee can. “Does the coffee put the sniffer dogs off?”

“No, that’s a myth. Hiding them in the cans is just for hiding.”

She looked around the room. “What else have you got in here?”

“Above your pay grade.”

She’d agreed to do this job for Trevors because she wanted Marc behind bars, but she hadn’t forgotten what he’d said about believing Samson might still be alive. “You still working with that guy…what was his name?”

“I work with a lot of guys.”

“You know who I mean.”

“You mean the one who killed your boyfriend?”

“Samson wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“You got over him pretty quick, so I’m inclined to believe you. Or maybe you’re stone cold.”

“A bit of both, probably.”

“I like that in a woman.”

“So he’s really dead?”

“Did you think Demir was lying?”

“He could have said it to get my cooperation.”

“Does it matter?”

She shrugged. “I guess I’m just curious if he’s got him stashed away somewhere.”

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