Page 75 of The Hitman and the Psychic

Razor shrugged. “Maybe… but I’m sure he has nothing to do with your business… he’s loyal to me. In the meantime, is there anything you can tell us about the informant that’s got Joint so upset?”

I knew that was the real reason he wanted to talk to me. “My source in the police department doesn’t want me involved. But if I were you, I’d tell Joint and his drug dealers to take some time off and see what shakes out.”

Razor nodded. “I appreciate the info. But I’m afraid Joint won’t be too happy for you to leave without giving him a name. Maybe you could make a deal. The name of the informant for what Joint can tell you about Johnny. What do you say?”

I glanced at Serenity, and she pursed her lips. “We can’t give you a name, because we don’t have one.”

“That’s too bad.”

I shook my head. This was not going the way I wanted. “I might be able to find out, but I need a favor from you first.” Serenity jerked her head in my direction. I patted her knee and she relaxed.

Razor’s brows rose. “I can get behind that.”

“Good.” I sat forward in my chair. “I need to draw out Cash’s killer. If this Johnny person somehow found out that I would be here at a certain time, it’s possible he’d show up.”

Razor’s brows rose. “You want me to spread the word, and then use my shop for a meeting? I don’t know. The last two places he knew about got blown up.”

“I’d make sure I caught him long before it went that far. We can figure out all the details later.”

Razor’s eyes narrowed. “And you’d give me the name in return?”

“If I can get it. But if not, I have something else you might like better.”

“Like what?”

“Mr. Vanetti has a deal he’d be willing to offer you. I can’t go into the details right now, but if I tell him what you’re doing for me, I’m sure he’d be happy to generously compensate you.”

Razor stared at me before dipping his head. “Fine. I agree.”

“Good. I’ll let you know later today.”

Razor rose to his feet, and I stood as well. I motioned for Serenity to go ahead of both of us. She stepped into the hall and hurried through the garage like her life depended on it. I had to hurry to keep up, and didn’t realize that the men were missing until we got outside.

Joint and three of his crew stood in front of her car, blocking our way. It surprised me that one of them was Grizzo. Serenity stopped short and backed into me. I stepped in front of her, moving her behind me.

Joint stepped closer. “I just need a name. Then you’re free to go.”

I glanced behind him at Grizzo, who had paled a bit and looked ready to bolt. I opened my mouth to respond, but Serenity stepped to my side.

“I never got a name. I just had a premonition that you were all in jail. That’s it. I don’t even know if there is an informant. All I know is what my vision told me.”

Joint’s brows scrunched together. “A premonition? What the hell does that mean?”

“She’s a psychic,” I said. “Sometimes she gets visions. Now back off.”

Joint stepped back, but his eyes held suspicion. “If that’s the case, then you can tell me which of these guys—” He pointed to the men behind him. “—is loyal to me.”

My jaw clenched. Why had Serenity told him about her visions? “It doesn’t work that way.”

Serenity opened her mouth to explain, but I held my hand up. “Look, Joint, she doesn’t owe you a thing. You know why? Because, right now, she’s working for me and Vanetti, so like I said before. Back off.”

Joint glanced between the two of us and shook his head. “I think you’re both full of shit.” His gaze landed on Serenity. “So tell me this. If you’re the real deal, then you know the future, right? So you can stop something from happening, right? Well stop this.” He sent a powerful left jab to my chin.

I’d been expecting a move like that, and managed to pull my head back before he hit me. Gasping, Serenity jumped out of the way, and I locked gazes with Joint, my eyes narrowing and my lips twisting with a challenge. “She doesn’t need to see the future to know I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Anger sparked in Joint’s eyes, and he came at me. My training kicked in, and I relished the opportunity to use all my pent-up frustration on him. I’d sparred with him before, but I’d always held back. Not this time.

His specialty was boxing, but I had several years of martial arts and combat training that he couldn’t even dream of, and I let him have it.

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