Page 73 of Exhale
“You said within a week!” Viper snapped. “What the fuck else do you need to get the job done?’
“He’s dead.”
A pin could have been heard in the deadly quiet.
“You should have led with that, jackass,” Viper muttered.
Black chuckled darkly. “Don’t forget to deposit the money.”
“Done. Now get your ass to Nevada.”
“Not without Micah.”
“Bring him along,” Viper said, ending the call.
Black rubbed at his mouth and tucked his cell phone in his pocket.
Now he had to find a way to get Micah out of California and over to Nevada without the man finding out what he’d done.
And that probably wasn’t going to be easy without a whole lot of lying.
Black was nearby three days later when Micah got the call that Lucas had been killed.
Micah sobbed uncontrollably, and Black’s heart hurt.
He had wanted to keep the secret of Lucas’ bad deeds from Micah because Black knew that it would be unfathomable to Micah that Lucas had tried to rape him.
But that was a fact, and there was no escaping it. Black had the proof in the surveillance video he’d removed of the incident. He had proof in Lucas’ DNA, but he had hidden it from Micah by altering the database.
Those were his biggest regrets
Black wasn’t so sure he could keep the lies going, but what other options did he have?
Nothing right now. Micah was too angry to see reason, so he’d wait and let things calm down.
With nothing else he could do, Black would keep forging ahead.
And when it did come out that he had, in fact, killed Lucas, would Micah forgive him?
“I’m going to hunt that fucker down and skin him alive,” Micah vowed with a hate-filled voice.
A cold, impending doom filled Black.
A nowhere town in Utah…
The county sheriff arrived ahead of Pegasus and alerted the small town of a possible killer on the loose, that a manhunt was underway.
Half an hour later, Pegasus converged on the dusty one-street town in Utah.
It was late at night, and they wore all black. They swept through homes and businesses and abandoned buildings looking for Billy Danner.
Most people were grateful and opened their homes. If they didn’t, then comms would call in the sheriff.
“That’s a drug house,” the county sheriff said. “You take that, I’ll take next door.”
Jordan snorted after the guy, shook his head at Owen, and then kicked in the door of the drug house.
He and Owen went in at a crouch, weapons raised.
