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“I can. I do want kids, but I want time with just us too. I mean, if they happened, I would love them, but I want to travel a little,” Beth said.

“Me too. I love you, Beth,” he whispered.

“Love you too.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Flick and Beth were on surveillance together near the club. It was Friday night, and the club had closed a half hour ago. Winnie and Bear were on surveillance at the warehouse. Brew and Dodge were located halfway between the two. Beth was still positive there was some type of connection between the two.

Last night’s surveillance had logged zero trucks leaving the club. The appliance warehouse had been quiet, with no trucks going in or out on Thursday, which all of them found suspicious. To make money, they had to move product.

Beth touched his arm and pointed. One of the trucks was leaving the club.

“We’ve got activity. White box truck, tag number Whiskey Tango Charlie Foxtrot Seven Nine Zero Charlie. Heading east on Fifth,” Beth informed over the radio. Luckily, Cowboy had a friend who had some very inexpensive earpieces and microphones they were using.

“Copy. Waiting to pick them up,” Brew answered.

Flick started their vehicle and pulled out. He kept a couple cars between them and the truck they were following. When the truck should have turned right to head toward the warehouse, it continued straight.

“Truck is not turning toward the warehouse, continuing straight on Fifth,” Beth updated the others.

Flick followed the truck and decided to let another car get between them. Since they’d planned on Brew taking over for them, he only had two cars between them, but Brew would have to catch up to take over. After about ten minutes, the truck turned left.

“Isn’t the shelter close to here?” Flick asked.

“We’re left on Persimmon Street. Flick thinks we’re close to the shelter,” Beth said.

Flick followed the truck with two cars in between them because one truck had turned. The white truck slowed down and turned into the shelter. Flick drove straight and then turned down a side road to park.

Beth touched his arm. “We need to see the back of that building.”

Flick agreed. He grabbed his gun, sliding it behind his back. Beth slid hers into her shoulder holster and under her top. They got out of the vehicle. Beth led them around and down the alley. Once they were close to where the shelter property ended, Beth pointed to a gate in the fence where there was space between the fence and the gate. She slipped close, and he slipped behind her where they could both see through the opening.

“Back door of truck open. Rolling door to the back of the shelter just opened,” Beth informed the group.

“Got it. Waiting at the end of the block to follow when they leave,” Brew said.

Flick couldn’t believe his eyes because why the hell would a shelter wheel out two freezers on dollies to the truck? It made no sense.

“Two freezers on dollies being loaded onto the box truck from the club,” Beth said.

“Confirm, from the shelter?” Bear asked.

“Confirmed,” Beth said.

“What the fuck?” Cowboy said.

“Hot mic, Cowboy. Keep chatter to a minimum,” Bootstrap directed.

Flick and Beth waited until the truck was loaded and pulling out.

“Target headed your way,” Flick said.

Flick walked back to the vehicle, keeping an eye out for anything, but it was quiet as he and Beth walked back to the vehicle.

Once in the vehicle, they sat for a minute listening to Brew say they’d picked up the truck and followed it. It drove directly to the appliance warehouse.

“We need to get someone inside that shelter,” Beth said.

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