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Tell me now, damn it!”
    Mitch sighs. “At least a week. I think they hoped you’d get clipped in that shooting at the club the other night.”
    I walk over and kick an empty box. “FUCK! I’ve worked on this case for almost a fucking year! A year of my goddamn life is gone. I haven’t talked to my mother in two fucking months. My nieces won’t even know who in the hell I am.” I throw my hands in the air. “And it’s all over because some fucking cunt that works for the state has a taste for bad boys and can’t keep her legs or mouth shut.” I slam my hand into the hood of the piece of shit Honda. “Where is that bitch now? I’m going to kick her fucking ass! I just left an innocent guy handcuffed to a fucking bed for crying out loud!”
    Mitch shakes his head. “She’s in protective custody. She’s going to testify, but we have to get you out of here now.”
    Grabbing my box and suitcase with my cigarette held firmly between my lips, I walk over to my personal vehicle that’s been covered in here the entire time. Setting my things down, I grab the cover and pull it off. There she is, my dark blue sixty-nine Chevelle. My dad and I restored her together. I shake my head and open the trunk to put my cover and other things in it. Taking a long draw off of my cigarette, I look over at Frank and Mitch.
    “Where to?”
    Frank shakes his head. “For now, you’re going to the safe house in Holmes County. It’s a small town but it’s still in the panhandle, so if we need you for statements or something, you’re close enough by. I’m sending the address to your agency phone. The sheriff there knows you’re coming. He’s the only one though. His name is John Baker, you talk to him and only to him if you need something. If you need to contact him, you tell them that you’re his niece.”
    I nod and finish my cigarette. “Can you go to the hotel and get Storm for me? He knew something was wrong, but I didn’t want him to follow me. He has no clue, he just thinks I’m fucking kinky.”
    They both shake their heads. “No. I’m sure his friends will be along soon enough. Hell, he’s strong enough to break the damn cuffs off of a hotel bed,” Mitch says, chuckling.
    I sigh, “Yeah, but he won’t. He wouldn’t tear up something like that.”
    Frank puts his hand on my arm. “Kid, I know it’s tough, but you have a job to do. Now get the hell out of this town. It should only take you about an hour and a half to get to the safe house. No one should recognize your personal car. Now get out of here.”
    I nod and slide into my beautiful car and crank it up. It purrs, it really fucking purrs. I pull out of the warehouse and as I’m cruising down the alley, I look in my review mirror to see dark colored SUVs pulling up to the warehouse. Then I hear the gunshots. Automatic weapons are going off at a rapid rate. I’m just about to spin my car around when a text chimes to my agency phone.
    MITCH LAYTON: Don’t you dare turn the car around. Help is coming for us, back up is almost here. Get the hell out of this town!
    Fuck, I have to keep going. Just as I’m pulling out to head for the interstate, a large truck comes from nowhere and slams into my car.
    I see the guys who jump out. Fuck, they’re going to kill me. I lay my head against the steering wheel like I’m knocked out. Maybe they’ll think I am. I also grab my gun that’s at my feet.
    “Come on, man, she’s probably dead. See the blood all over her face?”
    “No, man, Mike said to bring her back dead or alive.”
    Fuck, I’m going to have to shoot them or they’re going to have to kill me.

LOX
    S itting in the conference room back in our own gym, I shake my head when Marco walks in because I know what’s coming.
    “Boys, sit down.” We all take a seat and he looks around. “Boys, where do you see yourself in five years?” He points to Sly. “If you say something asinine, I’m going to beat your ass right here and now. I hope you see