Page 179 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“We don’t have enough room in the vehicle for them both. Unless Wilder wants to sit on Fletch’s lap.”

“Since they survived being shot at with AR-15s, let’s not try to get them killed in a car crash.”

“Agreed.”

“I’ll go get them.”

“Guess you and Cabrera have to temporarily move back into your condo now that Fletch and Wilder are done being Ghost and Kitten. Better go house shopping. Or farm shopping. You’ll need room for her big gray pony to run.”

Crew groaned. “For fuck’s sake. I guess I’ll need to find a place with a pool, too.”

“Happy wife, happy life. Isn’t that the saying?”

“She’s not my wife.”

“Not yet. Maybe it should be happy wife, no knife in sight.”

“I’m sure Sasha would love to stab me.”

“That’s why she’s no longer your wife.”

Crew sighed. “Are you three on your way back here?”

“Depends. I’m going to assume this morning’s sweep is no longer on today’s schedule and we need to wait to see who all survived.”

“Bingo.”

“Then no, we’re not headed back yet. Hey, do you know an Agent Dickson?”

A slight but noticeable hesitation proceeded Crew asking, “Why would I know her?”

“I didn’t say the agent was a woman—” The phone went dead. Nox pulled it from his ear to confirm.

There was his answer.

Shaking his head, he turned to Rez and Finn. Both wore huge grins.

“No surprise,” was all Rez said. “Bastard is lucky he got snipped, otherwise he’d be paying a lot more in child support.”

“I would hope most responsible men would know how to prevent accidental pregnancies.” Nox climbed into the Dodge’s passenger seat.

Finn got in the back. “Responsible is the key word there.”

“Okay, where to next?” Rez suggested, “How about showing me where that motel is?”

Finn asked, “Do you think he’s there at this hour?”

“Only one way to find out,” Rez answered, starting the engine. “Point the way, Hard Nox.”

ChapterForty

A vehicle’shigh beams bouncing off his side mirrors and straight into his eyes made him wince. Did the asshole not see the Harley in front of him?

The driver could be drunk. Or clueless. It could even be that the vehicle was stolen. No matter the reason, being blinded by headlights was annoying, even dangerous, when traveling on two wheels.

He was about to twist the throttle and see how fast his girl could go to get away from the rude jackass, but when he turned onto the main street in Rockvale, the car turned, too.

Interesting.And concerning.

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