Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"I'll be damned," he snaps.
"Or they could need a place to lure in drug users."
Silence fills the cab to the point that I have to take a glance in his direction. He looks even more confused now than when he didn't know anything about the house we have been tasked to find.
"They want a trap house?"
"A lot of these organizations do it," I assure him. "They need people who will spend every penny they have on dope, and it's easier to have them in a place they control than having to go out and risk getting caught by police while dealing their dope."
He's quiet for a few more seconds as if he's trying to understand the reasoning, but it's hard to do if you're not a criminal and always thinking of ways to make money off of other people's suffering.
"The liability," he mutters. "I've done a few raids on trap houses in South America when I was training with Cerberus, and finding a place to rent doesn't seem smart. It's not like they'll ever get their fucking deposit back."
"Rent?" I say with a chuckle. "They don't want to rent. That would only invite trouble when they get raided. They need an abandoned house, preferably one that's semi-furnished, that's secluded enough that a little increase in traffic isn't going to draw too much attention."
"Shouldn't be too hard to find," he says after considering the needs. "Mountains are full of meth houses."
"And they don't like competition," I remind him. "No one pays more attention than a dude tweaking and thinking someone is out to get his shit."
"So what you're saying is impossible," he mutters. "And we were told not to come back until we found something."
I huff another laugh. "You're thinking like a League member."
"Fuck you," he snaps at the insinuation.
"We aren't alone in this," I remind him, pointing at the dash of the truck.
I've been keeping an eye on my surroundings enough to know that The League hasn't had us followed, and the second I get out into a little bit more rural area, I pull into the parking lot of a tiny wooden church.
"You said we couldn't bring our phones," he says, watching me pull the burner from my pocket.
"Nyx gave this to me at the shop," I say, hitting the power button and turning it on.
"I thought I saw that surly bastard on my way back from the store, but he's a sneaky fucker. There one minute, gone the next. Guy probably gives little kids fucking nightmares," he mutters, his eyes locked outside the truck.
"I bet he's a huge fucking softy with little kids," I say. "It's everyone else that has to worry about him."
I hiss a laugh when the first text message pops up on the phone. I turn it to show Zeus, who smiles when he reads it.
Unknown: Nyx is allergic to children.
I know it's Casper on the other end. What I don't know is if Nyx is there with him, already having made it back to the Cerberus property, or if Casper is speaking for him.
"Ask him how the neighbor's doing?" he says, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Before I can even type it out, Casper sends a middle finger emoji.
I turn it so he can see it. His laughter echoes in the cab of the truck, making me smile as well.
"I've got to hear that story," I say.
Unknown: Moving on...
The next text is an address, and I turn it so Zeus can see.
"See? We aren't alone in this."
I pull up a GPS map on the phone and enter the address, making note of the directions before powering it off and shoving it back into my pocket, before turning the truck in that direction.
"Tell me about the neighbor," I say as we get on the road.
More than anything right now, I need an escape from what we've been through and what we're facing. The joy in Zeus's eyes at Casper's response tells me that he needs it too.
"He hooked up with one of the women who came to stay at one of the rental cabins," Zeus explains.
"Oh shit," I whisper. "That could've been messy."
"Could've been?" He chuckles. "He didn't realize that she's one of the women who comes once a month for a little girls' trip."
"Oh, then it is messy. Can't shit where you eat."
I feel his eyes on the side of my head, but I don't look in his direction. The same advice could apply to the two of us and to what we've been up to.
"The problem is facing the fact that he'll run into her again, and if they continue to come, then they'll start to wonder why we're always on the property."
"Maybe he just lies and says we have a boys' trip every month. What's good for the goose and all that."