Page 29 of The Job

Finally, this tiny one room cabin comes into view, lit up from the inside and with only our targets car parked outside.

Trick starts signing, “Rafe, Riot, and Jensen, go around that way and see what you can see through the windows. We will do the same this side.”

They all nod, and we split up. The others circle around so they can come to the house from the right direction while Trick, Luc, and I cautiously and slowly approach the front of the cabin.

Calling it a cabin is really generous. It is more like a shed; Billy’s place is bigger than this by a lot. It also looks like it is barely standing, like one strong wind would make the whole place crumble to the ground. I am actually really surprised that it hasn’t already collapsed; it looks that bad.

Luc and Trick go to one window while I stay low and approach the other one.

Slowly, I peek over the lip of the windowsill so I can get a good look inside. As soon as I do, my eyebrows hit my hairline.

Well, that certainly explains a lot.

I was right in thinking that it is a one roomed cabin, it is, but that’s not why I am shocked. The room is full of drugs, all packaged, but one opened enough that I can easily tell what is inside, along with stacks and stacks of money. This guy clearly has the money to pay off the dealers, and instead, he is handing over his wife, or partner, to pay for it. I don’t get it, unless he is just doing it to be an asshole. I also don’t understand where the drugs come in. I mean, he owes drug dealers money, so they will be giving him the drugs and then getting him to sell it, and then he will give them the money. He has both money and drugs here.

My eyes widen as it suddenly sinks in what he is doing, he’s ripping off the dealers. I would bet anything that they have had drugs go missing over an extended period of time and money, too.

It’s absolutely fucking stupid, but if I am right, and I have pretty much no doubt that I am, I can use it to our advantage easily.

I drop down so that I am crouched right under the windowsill and then pull out my phone, shielding the light as much as I can, even though it won't be too obvious since there is a light shining from the window anyway. All of the guys have their phones on vibrate so I send a text in the group chat.

Me:He is stealing drugs and money from the dealers; he has to be. He’s alone, so I think we should secure him, question him, and get him to tell us who his dealer is. We can then contact them and hand him over, making sure that they keep the kid and his mom out of it entirely.

I’m relieved when I see that they have all managed to look at the message, it would make it a bit more complicated if I had togo and find the other three in order to tell them what was going on, and my idea.

Chapter Eighteen

Cash

Trick:Okay we need to move quickly. We don’t want him leaving.

Jensen:How are we going to time that? It’s not like you can shout a countdown.

I watch Trick roll his eyes at Jensen’s reply and find myself amused despite the situation.

Trick:It’s a small cabin. Is there even a back door?

Jensen:No

Trick:Come here.

I have to contain my laughter, so I don’t give away that we are out here, but really, that whole conversation was ridiculous and unnecessary. It also wasted a lot of time that we don’t really have. I put my phone away and once again peek over the top ofthe sill so that I can see inside. Our target is exactly where he was the last time I looked at him, and he is counting money. I have to think that he most likely had this planned for a very long time. He can’t be that smart though, because even if the drug dealers were happy to have his partner as payment, it would have been a temporary fix, and looking at all of the shit he has managed to accumulate, she wouldn’t have been enough to pay for what he owes, which means that they would have come looking for the child and then most likely killed our target anyway.

Drug dealers aren’t exactly forgiving people, especially when they have had so much stolen from them.

It takes hardly any time at all for the others to come around this side of the house, and Trick takes the lead as he kicks the door in. The guy jumps to his feet, looking completely panicked as his head swivels. He looks around the room to try and find an escape route.

We are good at what we do though, and in the time it has taken us to come through the door, we have him completely surrounded, all possible exits are blocked by one of us.

We have our guns pointed at him, and although he is armed with his own gun, he wisely chooses not to reach for it. I wouldn’t either if I were in his position; one gun against five isn’t good odds.

We don’t bother saying anything as Rafe grabs him and a chair, and we cable-tie his hands and legs to it. He won’t be going anywhere unless we decide that he can.

We need confirmation that he is, in fact, stealing from the dealers and that I was right in my assumptions earlier.

“Don’t hurt me,” he immediately grovels. “I can cut you in on this, they have no idea that I am the one that is stealing from them.”

Bingo.

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