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“Gas sensors,” Sarah spits out. “That’s what I would do. We know he uses nerve gas, but by the time anyone realizes they’re being gassed, it’s too late. If there was a way to detect that aheadof time, it might not stop him, but it would let you guys know where he is. You might make it there before he gets away.”
“Hmm,” Massimo says, pondering it and tapping the table with his fingers. “We would need a lot of them.”
“Military grade, too,” Sarah adds. “Especially if it’s a new nerve gas. He usually starts with a sniper rifle and tranquilizer darts outside. Then he gasses the house. Nobody really knows how long he stays after that, but he’s at least there long enough to carry out the murder, write on the wall, and leave a flash drive for the cops with the evidence.”
“Fuck,” Dante says. “This may actually work. Massimo, I’ll reach out to my defense contractor contacts. I’m sure they can get us the sensors.”
“They need to transmit via satellite,” Sarah adds. “He uses something that blocks cell signals.”
“That just leaves one thing to worry about,” Massimo muses. “The dead man’s switch.”
“I’m no expert on those, but generally a dead man’s switch requires some sort of trigger,” Sarah says. “It’s always been assumed that Arthur Dykstra’s switch was set up to monitor the news. As soon as the story broke with confirmation of his death, it would trigger.”
“But if he doesn’t have anything to do with this, then that might not be the case,” I put in. “If we’re dealing with the real killer, then it could have all been bullshit. He may not even have one.”
“I’m not comfortable taking a risk like that.” Massimo shakes his head. “If we can get our hands on him, we can make sure he doesn’t trigger it.”
“How?” Sarah asks innocently and I can’t help but laugh under my breath.
“Don’t worry about that,” I say. “But that means we need to try and take this fucker alive.”
“Then do what he does,” Sarah suggests. “Darts instead of bullets.”
“We’ve got plenty of those,” Massimo says. “Alright, thank you, Sarah. Dante, work up a new plan.”
“You got it, boss.” Dante nods in agreement.
“Everyone else, back on the streets. I’ll let you know once we’re ready to start distributing the gas sensors to the other families,” Massimo orders. “But work in shifts. We need everyone well rested when the time comes.”
I motion to Sarah, and she follows me out of the room. The rest of the Morandi family isn’t far behind, but I get her to the elevators before they get there.
“I guess this means you’re going to leave me again,” she sighs, looking up with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
“Nah, you heard the boss,” I chuckle. “Work in shifts. I’ve been out there all day. I need to get some fucking rest.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says, stepping onto the elevator and rubbing my dick through my pants. “But I’m not sure how muchrestyou’ll actually get.”
Neither do I, but I don’t give a fuck.
Being with her is better than the best night of sleep I could ever get.
CHAPTER 24
Sarah
I rub Boyd’s cock through his pants and feel him getting harder.
I can’t resist sinking to my knees and tugging on his zipper.
“Can’t wait until we get back to the room, huh?” he asks, a smirk teasing his lips as he looks down at me.
“No,” I say, biting my bottom lip. “I missed you too much.”
Boyd reaches out to hit the button to stop the elevator. It comes to a grinding halt. I hastily unbuckle his belt, unfasten his pants, and pull them down, along with his boxers. His enormous, hard cock slaps me across the face when I free it from his boxers.
I grin and start kissing his shaft, starting along the bottom near his balls and working my way to the swollen head. The first time I took Boyd into my mouth, it was a challenge. It’s easier this time, because I know what to expect, and I carefully plan for the way the flesh engorges when I tease it with my tongue.
“I’ve missed you too,” he groans, his dick getting harder as I pull him deeper into my mouth and coat his length with saliva. “But as much as I love your mouth, I want something else more.”
