into Law’s.
But once Styx gave him a job, he’d snapped to. “Paulo, head inside and start packing whatever you can into the truck. We’re out of here ASAP.”
Paulo nodded, took his pistol and moved fast across the lawn as Law came out of the woods.
“Woods are clear. Found his truck parked up the road and partially into the woods.” Law held some papers. “Registration and insurance under the name Donald Orlandi.”
Styx didn’t have to ask if Law had wiped his prints.
“Looks like he came alone. Doesn’t mean he didn’t broadcast this intel to everyone,” Law continued. “Is your father known to work with a group?”
“He definitely outsources,” Styx confirmed. “We’ve got to bolt. I’ll take care of the body—help Paulo pack the truck. Take everything. Once we find a new place, we’re not leaving for a while.”
“You got this?” Law looked between the body and Styx, and when he nodded, Law took off toward the house.
Styx covered the body hurriedly and decided to leave the guy’s truck where he’d parked it, well out of sight. There wasn’t enough time to do what he wanted to do right now, but he could work with this.
Paulo and Law had worked fast. They’d stripped the house, taking everything they could, including the gasoline so they wouldn’t have to stop as often. The three men got into the truck, Styx insisting they remain in the back, even though the windows were heavily darkened.
The storm had started to take hold—blizzard-like conditions popped up very quickly, and Styx moved along in the heavy truck, needing to put as much space between him and the old safe house as possible.
“There has to be a leak, Styx,” Paulo said finally, and Styx nodded, the possibility of who and why having rolled around in his mind since he’d buried the man under snow and leaves.
“It’s not Tomcat,” he said finally, and Paulo agreed. Law was strangely silent and the tension radiating off him was understandable.
Styx finally called Tomcat.
“Problem?”
“Big time.” He filled the man in quickly, heard him cursing on the other end of the line. “We’re headed farther up.”
“Good. You let me know when you stop. You check in with me every half an hour.” Tomcat sounded angry and he never hid that emotion when someone wronged Styx, something Styx always appreciated.
“I have a name on the registration.” He read the information as he kept an eye on the road.
“I’ll dispatch a cleaner to take care of everything,” Tomcat promised. “You’re all okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell Paulo he did good. And check in,” Tomcat said, and Styx hung the phone up and put it in the cup holder. It was time for both hands on the wheel.
They were quiet as hell for the next part of the drive, with Styx and Law and Paulo all watching their sixes, but after a while it became apparent they hadn’t been followed.
And three exhausting hours later, he pulled onto a small road that had no signs to alert anyone there was even a road, let alone a house in these parts.
The safe house was one Styx and Tomcat had used in the early days. Styx kept up on the bills so he knew the heat was on and the water was running. He’d hired a groundskeeper to look after the place and it had been mortgaged under a fake name.
He barely got the car up the driveway but managed to get it into the attached garage he and Tomcat had built for this specific purpose. It was steel-lined, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed down behind them and the light in the garage flickered on.
“No generator, but we’ve got flashlights and a fireplace if we lose power.” The way the light was going in and out with the wind, that would happen soon.
“I’ll start the fire.” Paulo started grabbing the wood stored along the wall in the garage under a tarp. He heaved some logs and went inside after Styx unlocked the doors.
Styx checked in with Tomcat and then set a few battery-powered alarms around the
But once Styx gave him a job, he’d snapped to. “Paulo, head inside and start packing whatever you can into the truck. We’re out of here ASAP.”
Paulo nodded, took his pistol and moved fast across the lawn as Law came out of the woods.
“Woods are clear. Found his truck parked up the road and partially into the woods.” Law held some papers. “Registration and insurance under the name Donald Orlandi.”
Styx didn’t have to ask if Law had wiped his prints.
“Looks like he came alone. Doesn’t mean he didn’t broadcast this intel to everyone,” Law continued. “Is your father known to work with a group?”
“He definitely outsources,” Styx confirmed. “We’ve got to bolt. I’ll take care of the body—help Paulo pack the truck. Take everything. Once we find a new place, we’re not leaving for a while.”
“You got this?” Law looked between the body and Styx, and when he nodded, Law took off toward the house.
Styx covered the body hurriedly and decided to leave the guy’s truck where he’d parked it, well out of sight. There wasn’t enough time to do what he wanted to do right now, but he could work with this.
Paulo and Law had worked fast. They’d stripped the house, taking everything they could, including the gasoline so they wouldn’t have to stop as often. The three men got into the truck, Styx insisting they remain in the back, even though the windows were heavily darkened.
The storm had started to take hold—blizzard-like conditions popped up very quickly, and Styx moved along in the heavy truck, needing to put as much space between him and the old safe house as possible.
“There has to be a leak, Styx,” Paulo said finally, and Styx nodded, the possibility of who and why having rolled around in his mind since he’d buried the man under snow and leaves.
“It’s not Tomcat,” he said finally, and Paulo agreed. Law was strangely silent and the tension radiating off him was understandable.
Styx finally called Tomcat.
“Problem?”
“Big time.” He filled the man in quickly, heard him cursing on the other end of the line. “We’re headed farther up.”
“Good. You let me know when you stop. You check in with me every half an hour.” Tomcat sounded angry and he never hid that emotion when someone wronged Styx, something Styx always appreciated.
“I have a name on the registration.” He read the information as he kept an eye on the road.
“I’ll dispatch a cleaner to take care of everything,” Tomcat promised. “You’re all okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell Paulo he did good. And check in,” Tomcat said, and Styx hung the phone up and put it in the cup holder. It was time for both hands on the wheel.
They were quiet as hell for the next part of the drive, with Styx and Law and Paulo all watching their sixes, but after a while it became apparent they hadn’t been followed.
And three exhausting hours later, he pulled onto a small road that had no signs to alert anyone there was even a road, let alone a house in these parts.
The safe house was one Styx and Tomcat had used in the early days. Styx kept up on the bills so he knew the heat was on and the water was running. He’d hired a groundskeeper to look after the place and it had been mortgaged under a fake name.
He barely got the car up the driveway but managed to get it into the attached garage he and Tomcat had built for this specific purpose. It was steel-lined, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed down behind them and the light in the garage flickered on.
“No generator, but we’ve got flashlights and a fireplace if we lose power.” The way the light was going in and out with the wind, that would happen soon.
“I’ll start the fire.” Paulo started grabbing the wood stored along the wall in the garage under a tarp. He heaved some logs and went inside after Styx unlocked the doors.
Styx checked in with Tomcat and then set a few battery-powered alarms around the
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