Page 69 of Remember When We
Lois was a Sharpe shooter with Donny coming in at a close second to him.
We’d left them with Gibbs and rifles for just this reason.
I had my own passwords too which were more like signals for lack of a better word. I wore a mini microphone so they could get the signal when I gave it.
“Hello Emilio,” I said to him with a smile.
He looked me over. The men all stood up like they were ready for action. Good.
I had them exactly where I wanted them.
“Who are you guys?” Emilio asked.
Time for the signal.
“We are pissed at two o’clock, four and five,” I replied.
Before they could process what I had said two shots pierced through the windows and got the two guys that were standing at two, four and five o’clock. The shots all hit them in their heads. Before they could even register that they’d been hit they went down, blood running from their wounds.
Three down and now a more manageable three to go.
Emilio tried to run for it, but Dante got to him, sending a punch to his jaw that knocked him to the ground. I went for the other guys. Assholes came at me firing shots. I whipped out my piece ending the first with a bullet to the head and the next with a bullet to his throat.
Dante shot the last with one of his Berettas.
Emilio wasn’t backing down though. This asshole wanted to fight and that was fine by me.
We came in and got him, but I wasn’t about to throw him over my shoulder kicking and screaming.
I pulled out the sedative Gibbs got for me and jabbed it in his neck.
In mere seconds he was out like a light.
With part one over it was time to move on to part two.
I was doing that part alone.
I walked into the police station right up to the receptionist with an envelope I’d addressed to Captain Baily Donovan.
Inside the envelope was a selfie I’d taken of Emilio in the dungeon we’d placed him in. Jade came through for us with her own spin on things. In the selfie was the massive head of her pet anaconda right behind Emilio in the tank.
“I’ve left my number inside.” I told the receptionist. “Please tell him it’s an emergency. Life or death urgent.”
The way she looked at me when I said that was classic.
I must have been back at Lyssa’s for five minutes when my phone rang—caller unknown.
“Hello.” I boomed into the phone.
“What do you want?” Came Bailey’s cold hard voice.
“Captain Bailey Donovan. We haven’t been formally introduced. I’m Gio Bianchi, I have a very strong belief that you killed my best friend.”
“I don’t fucking care about you or your friend.” He snapped.
“Aww that was the wrong answer, but then I didn’t ask the question yet did I?” This guy was pushing my buttons the wrong way. “I want a confession. His name was Marshall Carson. Meet you at your warehouse by The Hook at six. Confession for Emilio. You coming?”
He growled. “I will see you at six.”
