Page 104 of Fiona and the Fixer

“FBI?” Leather Jacket said, suddenly uneasy. He shifted from foot to foot as if he might be having bladder issues.

“Yeah, now you see why I had to take my time,” Dax added.

The duo was quiet.

Dax tossed up his hand in awhatevergesture. “Call your boss if you don’t believe me. Max Pinter called me in for this job. I’m Dax.”

Leather Jacket tipped his head to indicate that Backup Singer should make the call while one gun remained on us.

Okay, this validated his presence. Letting him be one of them. A stupid-ass boys club with guns.

Little did they know mine was fucking bigger.

“Yeah. We got her,” Backup Singer said into the phone.

I could hear the other side of the conversation.

“Good. Get the drugs she took then take her to the dump site and finish her.”

The deep voice on the other end of the line had to betheir boss. Only another rung in the overly tall drug ladder. He didn’t sound like a nice guy.

“What’s the name of the fixer you got?” Backup Singer asked.

“Dice. Dick. Dex. Something like that.”

Backup Singer’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “Who made the referral?”

“Max Pinter. Why the fuck are you dicking around? Do your job and–”

Backup Singer hung up, clearly not wanting to get chewed out. The tips of his ears flushed red and he cleared his throat. “He checks out.”

I slowly exhaled, for once thrilled that Dax had good friends in shitty places. So far, his plan was working.

“Why you still with her?” Leather Jacket asked Dax.

“Had to get her to tell me where she stashed the drugs she stole,” Dax told him. “Plus, keep her away from you so you can get your shipment done.”

Three sets of eyes looked my way.

I knew they were going to kill me and toss me off a cliff. They didn’t know I knew that or where their dump site was. I did and I wasn’t too keen about dying that way.

“Where’d you put ‘em?” Leather Jacket asked me. “You can tell us, and we’ll kill you quickly. Or we can have a little fun first, then kill you slowly.”

I didn’t like either of those options.

“The drugs are in my car,” Dax said.

The look of surprise on my face was genuine. “What? I thought–” I bit my lip from saying something stupid.

Leather Jacket and Backup Singer smiled.

“She hid them in the romance bookstore across the street from the pickle shop.”

Okay, it was time to get my head back in the game and play along. I actually couldn’t be sure if he had the drugs or if he was blowing smoke up their asses.

“How did you find them?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “You’re not that complicated, babycakes.”

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