Page 282 of Sticks and Stones
Shit.
A polite asshole.
Ethan pointed, and Gene knew what he wanted him to do. He needed to go out the kitchen door, and around the outside of the house so they could cut him off.
They were going to have a runner.
Bet.
On.
It.
Understanding what his partner was suggesting, Gene slipped through the house and into the kitchen.
And again, the man knocked.
From where he could see Truck standing, he was getting nervous and looking around. When Ethan saw Gene pass a window, he knew it was time.
Opening the door, he had Truck’s full attention. When he opened the door, gun out, Truck went to run.
Only, he didn’t see the big Fed behind him. That’s how he got clotheslined and knocked out as his body went hurtling to the ground.
Holy shit!
An angry Gene packed a punch.
To not draw any attention to the house, both men grabbed him, making sure that he didn’t wake up and alert anyone who might be watching.
They knew that Bullet was going to be returning at some point, and they didn’t need to blow this one. So far, it had been relatively easy,
Once inside, Gene dragged the man into the living room, and dropped him onto the floor.
That’s when he saw it.
On his hand, there was a big, fat, skull ring.
That took his temper up a notch as he pulled it off of his hand, and showed Ethan what he had on him.
“Well, we know that we can tie him to the victims. That looks like the ring that made the imprints on the remains we saw in the pictures.
That it did.
“I don’t like that they have another batch of men ready to be sent out to buyers.”
On that, Ethan agreed.
“I don’t either. Someone gets the drugs here, and then, Renegade must take them to wherever the men are. His texts say that the location comes with the balloons.”
Was it too difficult to hope a case would be easy?
Someone giving them a name would be nice.
Yeah, Gene was not fond of this city.
Not.
At.
