Page 32 of The Job

“That’s a shame. I would have liked to thank the person or people who brought the person responsible for a considerable theft to my attention,” Jimmy replies.

He is clearly hoping that I will change my mind and say something like, oh in that case we will hang around. I am not stupid enough to do that. It would be like we were taking ourselves out of the frying pan and into the fire. I would put us all in an incredibly dangerous situation if we were to hang around and meet him.

Having said that, we will wait, concealed in the woods, to make sure that Jimmy does turn up and the target doesn’t escape before they can get here. We aren’t about to leave any loose ends in this situation.

“It is a shame,” I reply and then leaving no time at all for him to say anything else, I add, “I am sending the location now.”

I then hang up and look at Cash, who already has his phone held out to me, with the exact coordinates that we are. I quickly type out a message on the guy's phone, grateful for the gloves that I am wearing and how they still work on a screen.

“Right, that’s sorted.” I reply, “Let’s put some more zip ties on the guy so we know he can’t escape, and then get the fuck out of here.”

“I know it was that little shit kid that told you,” the guy growls. “When I get out of here, I’m going to go straight for him and slitting his throat.”

We freeze.

Jensen’s eyes flash with dark rage. He grabs his knife, and I watch with pride-filled anger as he stabs the guy in both of his knees.

Jensen grabs the target's face, squeezing tightly and stopping the scream that he is making with ease.

“In the unlikely event that you leave this little shack alive,” Jensen says, his voice cold and full of dark promise, “you will no longer be able to walk; I know what I’m doing with a knife.”

The guy bellows, in fear and pain, as Jensen just chuckles darkly. We know that we’re going to get the kid and the mom far away, but now, on the off chance that this idiot does manage to talk his way out of the epic mess that he has gotten himself into, he won’t be able to follow them very easily at all because Jensen has made sure that he won’t walk again.

Jensen is fucking savage, and we all love him for it.

We don’t bother to say anything else as we secure him to the chair more tightly and then secure the chair to a thick pipe that is not going anywhere. I have no idea what the pipe does but it is very well attached to the floor, so it will do its job. It’s really a precaution anyway, he won’t be going anywhere with his legs in the condition that they are in.

“We need to go,” Cash says, looking down at his phone.

He has no doubt been timing how long it has taken us to make sure that we are not leaving at the same time as they arrive. We all head toward the door, and I hold it open for the others as I take one last look around, making sure that we have thought of everything and that there is nothing left here that would give away our identities.

It's not likely, we all wear balaclavas, and gloves. We are also covered from head to toe so there are absolutely no discernible features that could be used to identify us anyway. There also aren’t any cameras in here, which is a serious oversight on the targets side.

Once I have determined that everything has been dealt with and that there is no trace of any of us here, I head out of the door and shut it behind me, leaving the screaming man inside. I quickly follow the guys back into the woods, and we concealourselves so we can watch Jimmy, and his guys come to get the target.

It’s a risk, but it is one that we need to take. We need to know with absolute certainty that he has been dealt with, and that Jimmy has gotten his money and drugs so that he leaves the kid and the mom alone.

Fortunately, it’s summer, so waiting for an hour or so out here in the middle of the night is not uncomfortable. However, trying to remain as still as possible so we don’t attract any attention is not an easy task for some of us, and by that, I mean Jensen, in particular, is struggling. He is far more comfortable when he is doing something more than when he has to stay still.

He has always been the same.

Finally, we see lights come up the driveway. There is a small part of me that worries that it’s not Jimmy and his people and that someone else is about to find the target, someone who could help him.

Even though I have never met him, I instantly know who Jimmy is as soon as he gets out of the car. For starters, he waits until his driver opens his door for him. It’s when he steps out of the car dressed in an Armani suit, if I’m not mistaken, and I glimpse a very fucking expensive watch on his wrist that I realize that our target fucked up even more than we realized. This guy isn’t your average drug dealer; he is a lot more than that and is pretty fucking powerful if his entourage is anything to go by, as well as all the other signs.

We all watch them go into the house, four of them standing guard by the two cars that they arrived in, while Jimmy and two of his entourage go inside.

We have seen enough; we know that they are here now and that they are going to deal with this. I signal to the guys that it’s time for us to move, and I keep watch as they all silently andslowly move deeper into the forest and head back toward our truck.

Chapter Twenty

Trick

As soon as I know that we aren’t going to be followed, I turn around and head after the guys.

We haven’t been walking for very long when we hear the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. We knew that he wouldn’t be leaving here alive. We knew that when we thought that we were dealing with a normal drug dealer, and it became a certainty when I realized that Jimmy wasn’t just a drug dealer and, in fact, most likely a crime boss with his finger in a lot of pies.

We don’t stop walking, and we definitely don’t go back and see what the sound was, that would be stupid. Besides we know what the sound was.

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