Page 48 of Cutter

“When you’ve been wounded as you have, kitten, the pile of rubble is huge and heavy. My job is to help you throw it away and forget it. When it’s done, you won’t think of anything or anyone, but look to a happy future and our new relationship.” Putting the mug down, he sat. “Okay. Let’s get to business.”

“Yes, please.” She clasped her hands together.

“The conversation I overheard last night was a little confusing. On purpose, I imagine. But I’m pretty sure I got it right.” He wiped his face with his palms. “According to Diesel and JT, the president and vice president of the MC, a shipping container will be transported from the port to the big warehouse on Main Street.”

“Do you mean the warehouse that’s part of the Georgia Ports complex?” she asked.

“That one. But here’s the thing.” He lifted his hand. “Diesel said the operation is scheduled for Thursday at two in the morning. I’m not clear if the delivery is at two or if his men are supposed to arrive at two.”

“I see.”

“Has to be a good size because they’re sending ten men to remove the contraband from the container and guard the operation.”

“Is the container marked in any way? How do they know which is the right one?”

“Good question. Diesel said the container was marked. How? I don’t know.”

“Anything else?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

Emily reached for Cutter’s fingers, resting on the table. “That’s really good information. Please tell me you were careful. You didn’t expose yourself, right?”

“Oh, man.” Cutter laughed. “I’m not a big beer drinker. One or two is my max. These guys down it like it’s water. I was on my fourth, waiting for something good to slip out while thinking the night was a total waste of time, when finally, JT and Diesel started talking.”

“Then what?”

Cutter frowned. “To be honest, I kind of freaked. I was sitting close to JT to overhear. Too close. And here’s the rub. Say the Chaos guys got busted. And they will, after Captain Weaver gets this information, then Diesel, JT, and the Oquendo men will try to figure out who, if anyone, was the snitch.”

A chill ran through her body. “You were sitting right there. An outsider, a member of a rival MC with no sworn loyalty to the Chaos.”

“There’s my smart detective.

“What did you do?”

“I pulled the drunk act. I threw myself on the floor.”

“You, what?”

He laughed. “Well, I didn’t really throw myself. Even I have to admit it was a good show. I slid off the chair, pretending that I was so drunk I’d lost my fine motor control. Trust me, I hate making a fool of myself, but I didn’t see any other way to camouflage my actions.”

“But did they buy it?”

“You should’ve heard them laughing at my expense.”

“And you didn’t hurt yourself.”

“No.”

“Good job,” she sighed. “When we surprise them at the warehouse, you’ll be the last person they’ll suspect.”

Abruptly, Cutter’s expression changed. He’d gone from smiling to scowling.

“Just a sec, kitten. Would you repeat that?”

Why is he so pissed off?

Emily repeated her last comment. “You’ll be the last person they’ll suspect.”

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