Page 81 of Devil's Work: Dark

“How do you know it’s the bitches we’re looking for?” Rough asks.

“Williams asked the man, ‘do they need breaking in?’ and the man says no. They’ve been in circulation since they snatched ’em out of that safehouse in Texas.”

“He said that?”

“Swear to fuck. Heard it with my own ears.”

“When are they arriving?” asks Cut.

“Three days now. Took me time to hunt you down, man. But I heard about you after that Bible Belt shit was all over the news.”

“How do I get there? What do they need?” I snap.

“50K for the weekend. And you gotta bring a bitch with you. But there’s more.”

I wave my hand in the air urging him to go on.

“Listen. I managed to get the number. It’s private. You need to give them the codeword. ‘Menage a trois.’ You don’t got the code, expect ’em to be hunting you down.”

“You sure about this?”

“Yeah… yeah… I’d never steer you wrong, man. You know that.”

“Fuck.” I run my hand through my hair. “Gotta get back. Talk to Vlad. Thanks, Shady.” I pull out my wallet to hand over the five hundred I always paid Shady for his info back in the day. He snatches it, drops a piece of torn paper into my open palm and steps back into the shadows. “Let’s roll,” I tell my brothers.

We burn rubber out of Charlotte.

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