Page 105 of Fiona and the Fixer

“Go get it,” Leather Jacket said.

Dax smiled and nodded, as easygoing as if he’d been asked to pull a forgotten phone charger from his car. “Sure. But I’m not leaving her in here with the two of you.”

“Why the fuck not?”

Yeah, why the fuck not? I could take them. He probably knew that and that was why he said, “Because she’s my job. I might be able to have a little fun and play with her, but I don’t break my toys.” He gave them a look that said he knewtheydid.

He didn’t want me taking down two gun-toting dumbasses. He’d only seen me take care of one and was probably afraid I might get hurt. As if I’d even break a nail.

Leather Jacket shook his head. “We won’t touch her if you’ve got the drugs. Go get ‘em.”

Dax gave me a look, a glare that had blinking marquis headlights that saidbe good.

I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help it.

Dax went out to his car in the driveway. Mine was still in front of Dottie’s house.

“Don’t do anything stupid, babycakes,” Dax said to me from outside. I could hear him loud and clear, along with a car door opening. The way Leather Jacket and Backup Singer eyed me with derision and annoyance, they hadn’t. “I’m texting Jack and he’ll help us deal with this.”

Seconds later, he trotted back inside and dropped the plastic bag filled with Fentanyl on the counter. I didn’t know when he’d relocated the drugs, but I was thrilled he had.

“Drugs,” Dax said.

“Good. Now here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going for a little ride.”

“What? You’ve got your drugs.” I pointed to the bag.

“Yeah, she’s my responsibility,” Dax added.

“You know too much, Miss FBI Agent. We’re not stupid enough to let you go.”

No, they were just plain stupid.

“I’m the one who’s fixing this problem,” Dax said. The way his jaw clenched was the only indication he wasn’t happy with these guys.

“Then you’re the one who can push her off the cliff.”

Dax looked to me. “Fine. But I’ve got the spot. I dumped a few other bodies there the other day on my way into town. Not much traffic. Nice and steep. She’ll never be found.”

What the hell?

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DAX

Beinga fixer meant I didn’t usually kill people. I took care of problems. I made them go away. Jack was the hitman. He did all the wet work. Sometimes I tagged along because we were buddies and there was nothing like a Saturday night where he offed someone and then we went and got pancakes at our favorite diner.

That fun was in the past. Jack didn’t live in Denver any longer. He didn’t off anyone. His favorite thing to eat wasn’t pancakes any longer. It was definitely Hannah.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to put these two fuckers in the ground. Or over a fucking cliff.

“C’mon, babycakes.” I didn’t have a choice but to take her arm and guide her out the back door and to the pickle van that had been parked in the alley behind the house. Iwas glad she caught on to the horrible pet name and that I had a plan. I had to hopethisone she’d stick to and not go rogue.

Fuck, woman, please don’t go rogue.

The easiest way not to be eaten by a shark was to skip the ocean. The best way for Fiona to keep from being tossed into a ravine was to not get a ride in a pickle truck to one.

But while these two pickle people had guns, we were also armed. We were the ones running this show.

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