Page 17 of Justified
″I’m already ahead of you,” I said.
″So, did you find a place where we can get some decent cars?”
I nodded.“About six miles from here, but they’ve got good ratings.I’m not up for some slick, fast-talking bastard trying to sell us a lemon.
″For now, we should get the one car.I think it’ll cost us about three grand for a decent one.Might need some fixing up, which I can do,” I said.
Jordan shook his head.“No, we need two.You need one that you take only when you’re doing your thing.I can’t be seen driving it.”
″Damn, this twenty grand is dissolving fast,” I pointed out.
He nodded.“Which is why I think you should look for the best deals.”He patted me on my back, then walked away.
I smirked, then continued to look over some potential cars.I wanted a sexy muscle car; a classic Mustang, Impala, or Challenger, something like that.Jordan could get something practical like a Ford Focus.
″What do you want to eat?”Jordan called from the kitchen.
″I’m not picky.Whatever you feel like cooking.”
I stopped searching for cars and turned my attention to Mr.Curtis Henley.Apparently, his company was suffering the aftermath of a major cyber-attack in which a virus was planted into his system, destroying certain software.Served him right.I was going to need Jordan to work his magic and get me the bastard’s home address, or the address to wherever he would be tomorrow night.
″Jordan, before you go to bed tonight, I need some information on my target.”
″That Henley guy?”he asked.
″Yeah, I want to know where he lives.Our employers have their package, so all bets are off on this asshole.”
″Okay.”
I took a seat into my favorite chair and turned on the TV.Jordan didn’t know this, but my outfit had arrived in the mail today.I was going to surprise him with the full get-up tomorrow before I headed out.
After dinner, which was baked fish and salad, we got to work.Did I mention Jordan was a health nut when I allowed him to choose the meals?He hated when I brought food home to eat because I didn’t cook.I mean, I didn’t cook well.Anyway, Jordan got to work on the net, hacking into Mr.Henley’s personal files.It was pretty amazing what Jordan could do with a regular laptop.I wondered what kind of damage he would be able to do with a super computer.I once asked him if he could siphon money from other people’s accounts and put it into ours, but he said it was too risky and too much trouble.Paper had a trail and all that.But he never said he couldn’t do it.
″Okay, I’ve got the information.”He stood up, walked over to me, and took a seat on the sofa.
″Well?”I asked, waiting for him to tell me.
″Are you sure this is someone you need to kill?I know he pissed you off, but—”
″He needs to die.”
″You said he tried to kill you, but didn’t he only do that after you attacked him?”
″If he was really worried that I was a threat, he could have had me arrested.He didn’t.Instead, he drugged me, then took me back to his hotel and would have raped me before he killed me.I’m sure his boys would have all taken multiple turns too.I was strong enough to get away.What about the next woman?”
Jordan nodded.“Okay, fine.I just don’t want you killing people for petty reasons.”
″What’s wrong with that?”
He scoffed.“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that.I printed up his info for you.Now, I’m going to bed.I’ve got work in the morning.They wanted to start me on the new payroll.”He leaned over, kissing me, then walked towards our bed.
I know I said we weren’t lovers, but we did have one rule.That was our bed.We didn’t fuck one-timers in our bed.I stayed up a little longer, then took my ass to bed.
″Are you ready to see Cobra in all his glory?”I called from the bathroom.
″Yes, I’m so excited to see what you look like,” Jordan shouted.
We had a busy day, he went to work, I went car shopping for us.I got him a sweet little blue 2006 Ford Taurus.He squealed like a girl when he saw it and jumped for joy.There were a few dents and scratches on it, but nothing too severe.The innards were solid and that was what was important.As for me, I got lucky as fuck when I was searching online and came across a beautiful 1989 Pontiac Trans Am.I always thought that car was a thing of gorgeousness.Of course, the bad news was all of the money we had saved up was gone.I didn’t tell Jordan that, and may have told a little white lie when he asked me about the price of our new automobiles.I was hoping to convince Mr.Henley to donate to my cause before I killed him.Or at least I could steal some shit of his to pawn off somewhere, if all else failed.
