Page 53 of Lawless

“You’ve got me racing across town in the middle of the night on a hunch?”

“Yeah, I fucking have. You got a problem with that?” I snap.

“Jesus. Who pissed in your shoes.”

“Ez,” I warn.

“Seriously, why are you in Mexico?”

“I’m standing in the middle of an airport; I can’t discuss this right now.”

“I just need to know that everything’s okay at the house and it can’t wait until I get back.”

“Something has happened, hasn’t it?”

“When hasn’t it?” I mutter, finding the gate half empty as people eagerly board and drop into an empty row.

“Fair. But this sounds serious.”

“Ez.” I sigh, slumping low, my exhaustion getting the better of me. “There’s so much more going on here than any of us realized.”

“Shit. Mexico,” he muses. “You have a meeting?”

“Yeah.”

“Cartel?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, not willing to say a single word about it.

“Fuck. That is serious.”

“Ez?”

“Yes?”

“Can you stop asking so many questions and focus on getting there faster?”

“Slave driver.” He scoffs.

When I look up, I find I’m the only person still sitting here and the line is getting shorter.

“Bet you don’t say that when you look at your bank account,” I counter.

“Pfft. Someone’s got to put the work in around here.”

“You find Dev before you left?”

“Yep. He was working hard on two chicks.”

“And I’m assuming that work wasn’t getting a sale.”

“Only if he was selling his dick.”

I sigh and scrub the back of my neck as a call goes out for the final passengers to board.

“Pretty sure they’d already dropped some Molly, so he probably scored twice.”

“Lucky him,” I muse. When was the last fucking time I saw any action that wasn’t my right hand, exactly?

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