Pineapple Pack III by Amy Vansant

Author:Amy Vansant [Vansant, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781730918971
Published: 2019-06-29T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Still breathing heavily, Cormac waved at the officer who was now driving away, smiling. His tongue probed the corner of his mouth. He could already feel his lip swelling.

Well. Good to know Seamus hasn’t changed.

His phone dinged in his pocket and he pulled it out to check, his eyes flicking from the road to the phone and back. Someone at the home office had texted him a story about an alligator chasing a woman.

A woman named Charlotte Morgan.

And the toxicology had come back on Jason Walsh. He’d been poisoned by Tetrodotoxin.

Pufferfish.

Cormac grit his teeth and then released when it made his jaw ache.

Son of a…

He dialed Miles.

“What you want this time a night?” asked Miles, who answered after the first ring.

Cormac checked his watch. It was nearly one a.m.

“I heard a report about an alligator chasing a particular girl.”

“Yeah...”

Miles sounded as if he had half a cheesesteak in his mouth and the sound of his spit smacking made Cormac’s lip curl with disgust.

“What are you eating?”

“Canned meat.”

“Gah.” Cormac pressed his lips together tightly and pushed the picture of Miles eating canned meat out of his head. “Did you hear what I said? I told you to abort mission. Do you not understand me?”

“I lost my best gator to her. He almost had her ‘fore she skinnied over that fence. Champ couldn’t get his snout through and then the cops came and took him.”

Cormac lowered his forehead into his hand. “Why do I feel like you’re not hearing me?”

“I tole you, it’s what I do.”

“Well, it isn’t what you do anymore. Stop it. She’s not a target. We had that one wrong.”

“I didn’t have shit wrong. You’re the one givin’ the orders.”

Cormac grimaced. He’d almost gotten his son’s girlfriend killed by a hillbilly and his circus of reptiles. He already had enough to apologize for—killing Charlotte would destroy any hope of reconciliation with his son. Somehow, he had to make this moron understand it was time to stand down.

“Do not, under any circumstance, try to kill Charlotte Morgan again.”

Miles sniffed. “I wish you tole me that ‘fore I lost my best gator.”

“I did!” Cormac heard his volume rise and took a second to calm down. “Look, I’ve got a final payment coming to you and then I expect you to slip back into the swamp from whence you came.”

“What?”

“Piss off.”

Miles grunted. “What about my gator?”

“I’ll add extra for the gator.”

“What about Knuckles?”

“Who?”

“My python.”

“Fine. That too.”

Cormac heard a metal utensil clatter into what sounded like a sink.

Great. More details for his brain to picture. The man is eating canned meat over a sink.

Miles sputtered, punctuating every other word of his sentence with an invisible finger poke. “You know what? You better believe you will. Unless you want to wake up with a wolverine in your Jeep.”

Cormac scowled. “I don’t have a Jeep.”

“It’s a figger of speech.”

“I’m pretty sure it isn’t.”

Cormac heard Miles swallow.

My god, he picked the spoon up out of the sink.

Cormac could only imagine how dirty a sink in Miles’ world might be.

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