by Layla Nash
“She asked when we’ll be back to meet the little ankle-biter. I told her maybe another month or two?”
I handed back the phone and pulled on the hat, not wanting to admit he’d been right about the coat. “Maybe sooner. You should check back in with Smith, and I want to see how Savannah and Eloise are doing.”
“We’re getting our own apartment,” Nick muttered. He gazed out at the city, still and quiet on a Sunday afternoon, and studied where a dark sedan appeared on the main thoroughfare along the bank of the river. “No more staying in the bears’ basement.”
“No argument from me, babe.” I didn’t point at the car but moved my chin in that direction. “Is that him?”
“Yep.” Nick played with a small radio control device, spinning it in his hand as the car got closer. “Good thing there’s no traffic.”
“It’s a terrible day for an accident,” I murmured. “Probably cold enough for black ice on the road.”
Nick smiled and rested the remote on the railing of the bridge. “Ready?”
“I’ve been waiting for this for months,” I said.
We pressed the small red button together, and for a second, nothing happened. I wondered if perhaps Nick had wired the car incorrectly, or somehow they found the devices inside the engine and steering column and disabled them, but then the sedan started to veer into the railing. The engine revved and sped up, and the sedan jumped the curb, burst through the rail, and plunged into the freezing river.
It sank slowly, the driver inside pounding on the window to get out, but Nick’s little doodad locked the doors and windows and kept them closed as the frigid water gradually filled the interior of the expensive car. Bought and paid for with the blood of children and innocent women. My lips pulled back from my teeth in a savage snarl as Markus Keller, trapped like a rat in a cage, sank slowly to the bottom of the Vltava.
Nick waited to make sure the car wouldn’t come back up somehow, and to make sure that Keller remained trapped, and the minutes ticked by until there was no way he could have survived. I hoped Keller went straight to hell and met up with his worst nightmare. It would have been satisfying to confront him directly, to beat him to death with my own hands, but it had been very difficult to get close to him. He’d grown paranoid and used most of his enormous fortune to protect himself from the many enemies he’d made. Of course, he wasn’t nearly so vigilant when it came to his vehicles. And since he treated all his employees like shit, it hadn’t been terribly difficult to get to his favorite sedan and make a few modifications.
Nick tossed the remote into the river, letting the current take it away, and we turned to continue our walk. Now that that little piece of business was done, we could plan the next leg of our journey. I briefly touched Cal’s ring, dangling from a necklace and resting against my heart, before linking my hand with Nick’s and pulling him close. We had the whole world and a hell of a lot of adventure left to find.
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