Page 38 of Coup De Grâce
“And you’ve known the whole time that he wasn’t dead?” Lock asked.
I sighed, hating to admit that I’d been hiding this from them. “For whatever reason, Cash wanted us all to believe he was dead. Including me. But what he didn’t know was that after Rafe switched places with Cash, I had him place three trackers under Cash’s skin so I would always know where he was.”
“That’s not stalkerish at all,” Thumper muttered.
“Hey, he did the same thing to me before I decided to stay with him. Hell, he had Fox follow me.”
“I did,” he said proudly. “And she was amazing. Remember how you nearly killed that guy?”
“Ididkill that guy,” I clarified. “Which was why it was only fair that I do the same to him. I’ve never really needed to use it before, but when Cash left, I knew I would need a way to track him, so I brought this out and I’ve been keeping tabs on him ever since.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Lock asked.
“Because he needed us to believe that he was really gone. Whatever he’s gotten himself into, we all needed to think he was dead. So, I let him have his way for the time being. But he’s alive and well, and apparently, in the Middle East.”
“Where he’s now being accused of killing President Codi,” Rae continued. “Obviously, he didn’t.”
“No,” Scottie agreed. “He would never leave his rifle behind with his prints on it.”
“He would never use a rifle other than Sally,” Thumper said, “but she’s in his office.”
“Along with Betty,” I murmured.
“So, what does this mean? Are we going after him?” Rae asked.
I didn’t know. He didn’t want us involved, but now a murder was being pinned on him. A very high-profile murder. If the government got their hands on him, he’d never make it out alive.
“There has to be a way to make contact with him.”
“Ooh!” Fox raised his hand, jumping up and down. “I volunteer as tribute!”
“It needs to be someone who can be discreet,” Lock said, ignoring Fox.
“Definitely someone who can live through anything,” FNG offered. “Not to brag, but I can’t die.”
“Or someone who can get him out of a pickle,” IRIS added, grinning at everyone else. “Master of explosives. Just saying, I’m perfect for the job.”
“Are you kidding? All three of you would get caught in an instant,” Scottie scoffed. “What he needs is a quick getaway, and I happen to be puke-free going on two years now.”
“Oh, please,” Rae scoffed. “Like anyone would let you near a plane in a foreign country. Women are considered less than nothing over there. You should send me in. I can blend in and then seamlessly get him out without anyone the wiser.”
“Ooh,” Fox grinned. “That’s actually a great idea. Except, don’t send Rae. Send me. I’ll dress up as a woman and then we’ll make Cash look like Cashina. It’ll be perfect!”
“Why would you dress like a woman when I’m already a woman?” Rae argued.
“Because I figured it out!”
“I came in here with the news!”
“He sent me forty-nine bags of Funyuns!”
“That’s not even a thing!” she argued. “The delivery was screwed up and they sent you one less bag! How would he even take one bag out of the delivery?”
“Because he’s Cash! He can do anything!”
I sank down in my chair, trying to figure out how to get my husband out of this. He was clearly in trouble and needed some help, but the way his team was arguing, I wasn’t sure any of them were a good option to send in.
“I’m telling you, if anyone’s going, it should be me!” Fox argued.
