Dirty by Callie Hart

Author:Callie Hart [Hart, Callie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-28T18:00:00+00:00

TEN

ROADTRIP

FIX

Sera slept. Dreaming. Twitching in her seat as I drove. She clearly hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but about a hundred miles past Wichita her exhaustion had claimed her, and her eyelids had fallen shut. I’d thought about turning on the radio, but then decided against it. I wasn’t planning on stopping at all until we reached our destination, so this was probably going to be the only rest she got. Disturbing her, on top of frightening the shit out of her, kidnapping her and forcing her to be my unwilling co-pilot, seemed a little unfair.

I’d stuck to the speed limit and observed the road rules as we’d traveled for hours, the sky turning from overcast and grey, to clear blue, to bruised orange, then red, and then dipping into darkness. The roads were quiet. Barely more than a handful of vehicles passed us as I headed east. Eventually, we hit Memphis, and on and on I kept driving.

At around one in the morning, my cell phone, clipped into the mount on the dash, lit up, signaling an incoming call. Even the rapid, bright flashing of Monica’s name on the screen seemed angry. Great. I shouldn’t answer it. She was bound to yell at me, and even on the other end of the telephone line that was bound to be loud enough to wake Sera. Monica had a set of lungs on her to rival a UFC announcer. How long could I keep avoiding the woman, though? Time was running out. She’d sworn she’d come and find me if she had to, and I wasn’t about to put it past her. She’d done crazier things in the past.

One-handed, I connected headphones into the cell, stuffed the buds in my ears, and hit the green answer button.

“Yeah?”

There was silence for a second, then Monica replied. “Yeah? Yeah? That’s how you answer your phone to me?”

Oh boy. “I’m driving, Monica. Is this important, or can it wait?”

“No, it cannot wait. My god, what the hell’s gotten into you, Fix? We’re working on a deadline here, and you’ve just…I don’t even know what you’re doing. You’ve gone rogue!”

“How the fuck have I gone rogue?”

“Language,” she chided, tutting under her breath. “If you listened to my voicemails, or actually picked up your phone every once in a while, you’d know this is important. You dealt with the Halford issue, correct?”

“Yeah.” I wasn’t about to explain to her what had happened right after Franz had fallen down dead, or where I was headed now. That was just an invitation for an ear chewing.

“Our other client wants to know if we’ve completed work and we’re ready to accept the rest of our donation.”

“Just tell him we need a little more time.”

“Forty grand, Fix. We already took half. He’s getting impatient. Making noises about getting a refund and taking his money elsewhere.”

I whistled quietly through my teeth. “It doesn’t work like that. We’re not J.C. fucking Penny. He can’t just get a refund.”

“Then you’d better do the work, Fix!” Monica’s frustration travelled down the phone very clearly.

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