Page 100 of Midnight Racers

“Ash just sent me over the financials for Martin. It appears he is a huge player who has invested heavily in new and emerging technologies. Funnily enough, he has been investing beyond what he earns.”

“Imagine,” Jordan replied dryly. “One should always be suspicious of those who put themselves in positions of authority.”

“Says the man who was on the committee of a secret organisation which spanned centuries and only allowed blood relatives of the original nobility who initiated it.”

He shot me a dark look, his brow furrowed. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“You assassinated all the other committee members,” I pointed out.

“They were assholes.”

“Fair enough,” I replied since I had been involved in their downfall. I had had a personal grudge against Dylan, who had been the one who double-crossed me in the past. Jordan had left his punishment to me, and vengeance had always been a dish best served cold and bloody.

“You think he has security?” I asked.

“I think he’s a petty worm who hides behind walls of propriety and sells secrets to the highest bidder, and sticks his name on it so that he always has a finger in the pie.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I didn’t blame the people buying the secrets. Every team wanted the fastest car, and if they could purchase an innovative idea and streamline it, then they saved themselves a huge amount of time and effort. The original engineer lost the money they would have made on the patent, but since they were mostly stolen from people with no real backing, it was overlooked.

A shady and depressing fact of life.

“Do we have a plan?” Jordan asked, turning off the motorway.

“Kill the bad man and his minions,” I deadpanned.

“Thank you for clearing that up. I thought we were inviting them for tea.”

“Not today, they tried to kill my future wife.”

The car swerved and Jordan watched me out of the corner of his eye. “That’s very sudden, and I thought you were allergic to matrimony. It says so in your medical records.”

“Fuck off. There is no way I intend to let Charlotte wander off since she’s pregnant with my baby. She can sit her ass down and knit booties or something.”

“While you go and kill a dinosaur for you to roast for dinner?” Jordan queried.

“Don’t be absurd,” I retaliated. “Dinosaurs and humans didn’t exist at the same time.”

He shrugged. “I just thought you were going all neanderthal man on me.”

“Says the man who has his wife under constant lockdown with several trackers in her, and her own personal defence trainer.”

“That is merely being smart. Megan is a valuable asset. There is only one of her in the world and I can’t replace her.”

“I feel the same way about Charlotte.”

Jordan nodded his understanding. “We’re a few minutes out. Start loading up.”

There were storage units under the Range Rover seats, and the glove compartment was stocked with loaded magazines that I started to shove in my pockets. I stored four pistols on me, and grabbed a few hand grenades since I was pissed off and a few explosions might make me feel better.

The house Martin lived in should have given the rest of the world a clue that he had a different source of income from the one he earned legitimately. A detached house this size in the London suburbs would have cost a small fortune.

Jordan parked at the side of the driveway, and began to fill his own pockets with items from the door pocket and the compartment under his seat.

“Ready?” I asked.

“I would prefer to bring more weapons, but I guess my hands will have to be my backup plan.” The problem with his statement was that I knew he was telling the truth, even though he had enough guns and ammunition to take down the dinosaur he referred to earlier.

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