Page 106 of Seven Deadly Sins

“Careful or you’ll hurt yourself.” Lucy plopped onto the cracked leather sofa.

He knew just the place, and he knew the right person for the job. He still had a few followers not in hiding. He made the call. “I want it done right around one o’clock this afternoon.”

“Got it.” The man hung up.

“You’ve hired someone else?” Lucy’s eyes flashed. “Why?”

“Because I need a skilled bomber for this job, not an assassin.”

“How do you know I’m not one?” She arched a brow.

“Are you?”

“No, I prefer other methods.”

“Well, there you go. You’re concern right now is Reynold.” An idea formed in his head. “Let’s make it look like the boy was forced to set the bomb.”

She grinned and clapped her hands. “What fun! Imagine the embarrassment his father will feel. I’ll go down there right now and tell the boy to do a good job of acting or we’ll go ahead and kill him.”

Robert nodded. The boy’s cooperation was the reason he still drew breath. If he refused, he could be replaced easily enough.

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“Liam.” Harper lunged to her feet and turned her phone to where he could see. “No sound, but Reynold is skulking around in an alley with what looks like several pipe bombs.”

“Do we know where?”

She shook her head. “There are too many to count. We won’t know anything until he’s done whatever they’re making him do now.”

Liam’s phone rang. “Special Agent McConnell.”

“This is Mayor Sharpe. You have got to stop whatever they have my son doing.”

“We don’t know his location, sir.”

“Find it! This will ruin me.” The mayor hung up.

Liam sighed. The man seemed more concerned about his reputation than he did his son.

“Look.” Harper regained his attention.

Reynold pulled back his hand and threw a pipe. The screen went black.

“Explosion at the Cut ‘n Curl on Oak Street.” Annie popped in long enough to give them the information.

Liam grabbed his gun and jacket and left the office on the run with Harper close behind. He climbed into the driver’s seat and held out his hand for the keys. “My turn.”

She dropped them in his palm and clicked his seatbelt into place. “Let’s go.”

He followed Annie’s squad car. The salon burned hotter than he thought a pipe bomb could do. He shoved his door open and approached the fire chief. “Anyone inside?”

“We were told four hair stylists, four customers, then the nail tech. No one knows whether she had a client or not, and one customer waiting. No way anyone survived that.”

Ten or eleven women going about their life and getting pampered. Gone in an instant. “This the only fire? The only explosion?”

The chief frowned. “You expecting more?”

“Would pipe bombs do this?”

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