Page 101 of Walking Red Flag

Bayou’s entire body went ramrod straight and said, “I’d fucking kill them.”

She looked at me then. “Benson just needs to relate to the situation. He’s very literal and has to be by the book when it comes to that prison. However, if you so happened to come in because your brother was hurt, and you were worried he was on his deathbed and you were coming in to say your final goodbyes, and you also just so happened to see another certain someone in there. And also just so happened to have a syringe full of insulin that your sister-in-law could give you…well then, that would be…kismet.”

With that, she walked to her husband and kissed him on the mouth. She then walked to me, patted me on the chest and said, “See you in about, oh, say, two hours? That’s about how long it would take you to get here from Dallas if you were actually coming from your house, correct?”

I wasn’t about to tell her it was more than that. Not when she was doing me this kind of favor.

With that, she whirled out of the room and the door beyond us closed with a resounding click.

“Your wife is scary as fuck.” Apollo watched her car back out of the driveway on two wheels and then accelerate down the road at the speed of light.

“You have no fuckin’ idea,” Bayou muttered. “Y’all want to go have breakfast?”

I grinned. “After I make a call.”

“Is this enough?” Nastya asked, looking practically gleeful.

She liked the idea of me killing the motherfucker as much as I did.

“I have no idea,” I admitted.

I may have done medical stuff for the Navy when I was in, but I didn’t have any clue about insulin.

“Well,” Nastya bit her lip as she stared at the syringe full of insulin. “This is what I would normally give myself if I was about to die. So I think it should be fine. I think too much would be suspicious.” She frowned hard. “What do you think about maybe just taking two syringes in there? You can’t put the needle on yet, though. That’ll ping with the metal detector. So, you’ll have to get one from the nurse that gave you this idea.”

“I think I can handle that,” I said, taking both syringes. “I’ll ask, hypothetically, how much is too much when I get there.”

Haze, Nastya’s husband, looked on but didn’t say anything.

Haze was a detective with Fort Worth Police Department, and I wasn’t sure that he should be here right now just to keep his proverbial nose clean, but I wouldn’t have allowed Milena to drive all the way over here to hand off a murder weapon on her own, either.

My phone rang, and since Milena had programmed her own vibration, I knew exactly who that heartbeat rhythm was without seeing the display.

I placed the phone to my ear seconds after sliding my finger over the screen and said, “Hey, Go. Did you make it there okay?”

“I did, and this place is amazing. I wish you could’ve come with me now. It’s…breathtaking. Though, just sayin’, but it looks like it’s gonna snow at any second.”

“You better hope not, or you’re gonna be doing a lot of running up mountains in dangerous conditions,” I pointed out.

She made a rude noise and then replied, “What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to Haze and Nastya. They stopped by to see you,” I lied.

“Whoops,” she snickered. “Tell her to check her messages before she comes over next time.”

“I will,” I said. “Is your rental car there yet?”

“You mean Hazel and her non-rental car?” she asked. “No, not yet. Artur got a rental for himself and we’re waiting in it for Hazel to arrive.”

“Maybe give her a call,” I suggested. “Find out where she’s at?”

The bad feeling I had about Hazel grew.

She was supposed to have been there hours ago, so there should’ve been no issue meeting Milena’s flight on time.

“I’ll call her now,” she said. “Also, signal up here is very, very bad. Artur has a satellite phone if you need us and can’t get ahold of us.”

“Got it,” I said. “Text me what she says.”

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