The Bare Bones by Layla Wolfe

Author:Layla Wolfe [Wolfe, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance
Goodreads: 21518783
Publisher: Quicksilver Books
Published: 2014-03-25T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Unity

“I intervened because I have concerns,” said Slushy. “I’ve heard that you no longer wish to be a, shall we say, an administrator for the Bare Bones.”

The strange, ego-riddled dandy sitting across the table from us didn’t seem to be listening to Slushy. He was too busy taking a selfie with a jackalope on the wall behind him. “Hashtag Team Santiago Slayer!” he declared.

“Look,” said Slushy, clearly irritated, “will you just put the fucking phone down?”

The handsome devil drew himself up, dramatically offended. “I need to tweet to my five point six million followers!”

“That you’re in a biker bar?” asked Tanner.

“Yes!” said Santiago Slayer, as though it were completely obvious. He pointed over his shoulder. “It isn’t every day you get to see a jackalope!”

I frowned. Did he seriously think that was a real animal? This was the guy who was supposed to track down the university security tapes, and he wore a lavender scarf knotted around his neck. His glossy, wavy black hair was perfectly greying at the temples, and his tan looked sprayed on.

We’d agreed to meet with the legendary, alleged sicario at the Bum Steer. Slushy had interjected himself because he’d heard rumors that Santiago Slayer didn’t want to be a hit man anymore. Maybe offing strangers—I pictured him coolly shooting a cartel loser through the forehead with a silencer on his piece—and calmly walking away was getting to be a giant bore. Slushy was afraid Slayer wouldn’t bring the proper oomph to the job, I suppose. But both Wolf and Tobiah had tried to gain access to the university tapes and couldn’t. This was probably a job best done in person, by someone as suave as Santiago Slayer.

So yeah, I could see where he’d be useful, if his heart was really in it. This particular job wouldn’t involve burying anyone. So, if he’d gotten religion or morals, that shouldn’t stand in his way. This was actually a do-gooder job, uncovering a murderer and maybe taking down a fentanyl king along the way.

Slushy repeated himself, slicing the table with the edge of his hand. “Mr. Slayer, I have concerns that you’re losing your professional edge. I heard that the ATF almost tracked you down as being the administrator of the de la Juerte burials in Sinaloa because you stupidly sent your DNA to Ancestry dot com.”

Slayer glared down at Slushy. “I have every right to know about my excellent heritage. It reconfirmed that I am a finely-honed model of shining DNA, ninety-nine percent Iberian Peninsula!” He calmed down. “Besides, the ATF arrested my cousin twice removed instead. He had a very bad record of not paying child support.”

Slushy squeezed his eyes shut with patience. “Yes, but didn’t it occur to you the government would be able to get ahold of your DNA that way?”

“They should not!” declared Slayer. “My DNA is between me and the canals of Lisbon, me and the Roman ruins of Toledo!” He seemed to be painting an El Greco canvas with his dramatic hand.

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