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“No. You still haven’t paid me for my last job.”
“The one your fucked up?”
I growl again. “Not my fault. No one told her to be there. I completed the job. I want my money.”
A few seconds later, an alert sounds from the phone. I pull the phone from my ear and look at the screen. My fee has been transferred. Fucking finally.
With attitude I can almost physically feel, The Director says, “Now, you need to do this job in an hour.”
My voice hard and deadly, I say, “This is my last job. I’m out. And I’m so fucking for real. I’ve worked years longer than I agreed to and I’ve never failed to make a kill.”
“Do you?—”
“If you’re about to threaten me with retirement, fucking save it. I. Am. Done.”
There’s a pause, then The Director says, “Understood. You’re right. Last job. I’ll send the jacket.”
“Isn’t Peggy going to send it?”
“No. Since it’s your last job, I’ll handle it.”
Alarm bells ring in my head. The Director hasn’t said anything outwardly suspicious, but there’s something about his easy acceptance and not having Peggy in the loop that doesn’t feel right me.
Something’s up, but what?
I hang up without another word and moments later, an email hits my secure inbox. I look at the address and curse. The job isn't far and I can knock it out quick, but I'm tired and don't want to leave my boys
So we wouldn’t be dependent on the trains—and so I wouldn’t run the risk of seeing that couple on any of them—I rented a car to help us get around. I’m glad I did, so I can do this hit and be on my fucking way.
Inching back into the room, I pull out my kit with all my disguises and pull out a set of black joggers, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a fitted cap.
So I wouldn’t risk pulling a gun on Talon and Javier again, I put it in my bag. I pull it out now, along with two clips and a knife, then go to the sitting room to get changed and armed.
Once I’m dressed and ready to leave, I grab my wallet and shove it in my pocket. I look back at Talon and Javier cuddled around each other now that I’m not in the bed with them. I almost leave a note for them but I don’t think they’ll wake up while I’m gone. So I pull the door shut and head out.
Once I’m in the car, I connect my phone to the Bluetooth and call Peggy. She answers after two rings.
“Hey, doll. Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”
“Yeah, but The Director called. Gave me a job in Burlington.”
She snorts. “I haven’t heard anything about a job, but it’s not the first time he’s cut me out. You need anything?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Did you find anything on the couple I asked you about?”
Sighing, she says, “I found them, but other than that, nothing. Whoever they are, they have no social media, which is a red flag in itself. I should have something soon.”
“Keep me updated.”
“You got it, doll.”
We’re quiet for a second or two, then I say, “I’m getting out, Peggy. This is my last job.”
I can almost see her nodding. “I figured as much. You haven’t been in it since your vacation. You tell The Director?”
“Yep. He tried to threaten to retire me. I would be worried, but he didn’t know I was done until an hour ago. There aren’t any hired guns nearby and it’ll be hard to get someone here on such short notice.”
“You’re gonna have to watch your back when you get back to the States.”
