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I flashed him a smile while unbuttoning my borrowed Hawaiian shirt then I shrugged it off. His eyes widened when he saw the wolf tattooed on my shoulder. “I think I can handle it. Now, turn around and walk that way.”
The guy complied, and it was so nice to have someone do just as I asked for a change.
When he was far enough away, I called to Molly, “Put the coveralls on.”
She stuck her head out of the van. “What’s the plan?”
“We drive straight in there.”
“They’ll recognize you.”
“That’s why I’ll be inside the cart, and you’ll be pushing it.”
She was quiet as I pulled on the coveralls, then ducked back into the van and returned with a cap. “Put this on too.”
I slid the hat onto my head, adjusting the bill to sit low over my eyes.
She brushed past me, softly muttering, “You’re insane.”
Wrapping my hand around her biceps, I pulled her to a stop and pressed the security pass into her hand. “You like my brand of crazy, Jynx.”
Molly shook her head and climbed into the driver’s seat as I rounded the back of the van, shutting the double doors. Then I climbed into the rolling cart and pulled the canvas cover over the top, hiding myself. The vibration of the engine climbed through the wheels and into the plastic body of the cart as Molly drove closer to the compound.
She stopped, and I could barely make out her conversation with the guard. A minute later, the van was moving again. We bumped over what I could only assume were cobblestones in the courtyard before parking. The van doors opened, letting a rush of cold air inside.
“We’re in,” Molly murmured, hovering over the cart. “What do we do now?”
“There’s a lift beneath your feet. Slide it out, then push the cart on and lower it. Go inside and act like you belong.”
Her voice got lower. “Are youfuckinginsane? You want me to wander round in there while you hide in a laundry cart?”
“Gannon Sweeney knows what I look like, Jynx,” I explained. “If I show up, he’ll put a bullet between my eyes before we know what’s going on. You’re the perfect decoy.”
The canvas cover shifted, and her citrus and mint smell dragged over me. “What if they recognize me?”
The thought had crossed my mind. “You’ll be fine.”
Her gaze darted around, her panic building.
“Do you want to get your sister back?”
“Of course I do,” she hissed.
“Then slide out the lift, put the cart on, and lower it down,” I repeated.
She gave me one last quizzical look, dropped the canvas, and got to work.
Chapter 19
Molly
The cart’s wheels, although industrial and built for this shit, wobbled all over the place. I couldn’t believethiswas his plan. This—where I waltz inside another clan’s compound pretending to be a housekeeper. The weight of Keir’s body made the cart even harder to push, but if anyone looked under the canvas cover, we’d be fucked.
I stopped at the front door of the compound. There was a man standing guard, a rifle held casually in front of his body, his finger outside the trigger guard.
“Who are you, lass?”
“I’m new,” I blurted out, not needing to fake the nervous smile I forced onto my lips. “First day.”
