Page 136 of GAF Factor

I grabbed the phone and dialed the number Shawn gave me.

“I was wondering when you would call. Tell me you have my money.”

“I do, but this isn’t Shawn.”

Silence greeted me for a moment. “Who is this?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m handling the deal. Meet me at the bar?—”

“Whoa, hold up a minute. You don’t set the terms. I don’t give a fuck who you are. We do this my way or there’s no deal.”

“Do you want your money or not?”

“I would say the only reason you’re doing this is either for Shawn or his pretty wife. Either way, I don’t give a fuck. Butthat means you need this to go right. So, we do things my way. I’ll send you the coordinates to a private airfield. You’ll meet me there in six hours. If you don’t show, the deal is off.”

“Six hours isn’t enough time to gather that much money.”

“Then you shouldn’t have called before you had it. Six hours. Don’t be late.”

I hung up and turned to Rae. “Did you get anything?”

“Got it. Not that it’ll do much good if we’re not meeting them there.”

“It pays to have a backup location.”

“How are you gonna get that much money?” she asked, cocking her head at me. “Not that it’s any of my business, but that’s a lot of money to leave lying around.”

I had the money. I didn’t need to worry about that. I just didn’t want to hand it over to thugs like the Irish.

“Let me worry about that.”

As I started to walk around her, she stepped in my path, chuckling as she shook her head. “You don’t really think you’re going alone, do you?”

“I thought that was pretty fucking obvious.”

“And I thought maybe you had some common sense. If you go alone, how do you know they won’t just shoot you?”

“Why do you care?”

“Who says I do?”

“Well, you’re standing in my way. That suggests you’re worried about me.”

“It suggests that you’re good at your job, but maybe you could use a little help.”

This was going to go on and on until she got her way. Rae didn’t back down to anyone. “Fine. You wanna come along? Be my guest.”

“I’ll grab the minivan.”

I chuckled, grabbing her wrist before she could leave. “The minivan?”

“Yeah.”

“For what?”

“For everyone else.”

“No,” I shook my head. “There will be no minivan and there will be no one else. There is no fucking way I’m showing up to deliver money to a bunch of thugs in a minivan.”

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