Page 69 of Static

"Oh I don't know," I said in a low voice. "Maybe I don't want to be caught with enough coke to send me to prison for the rest of my life."

"You really need to get your dick wet," he suggested. "You're always in a bad mood." He shot me a grin, opening his mouth to make some crack.

"Not now," Priest said, grabbing him by the neck and pushing him forward. "You can fuck with him later."

"Butcher," Hush said, voice a warning.

Both he and Scythe were looking down the hallway.

"We could help the others," Scythe offered.

"You're just hoping to run into someone so you can kick their ass," Hell pointed out.

"The point of this," Priest replied, "is to get in and out unseen. We already fucked that up."

"Don't worry, Rina won't tell anyone she saw us," Toxic said, leaning back against the wall as though he was bored.

"You had time to get her name?" Hell asked.

"Of course-"

"Downstairs," Hush said. "Get ready to get the fuck out of here. It's getting quiet down there."

He was right. I didn't hear yelling anymore. Shit. That was our cue.

"We should wait for them," Butcher insisted. Scythe nodded.

When those two were agreeing, something bad was seconds away from happening.

"No. We stick to the plan, get your asses downstairs," Hush ordered, glaring at them both.

They went, unhappy as fuck, but they went. I was just climbing out the window when I heard something behind me. The knot in my chest relaxed when Rip and the others ran in and closed the door. "Time to go," he whispered.

We made it out of the building and paused at the corner. The bikes parked outside the building were gone, which meant Lock and the others had left. We waited until the security guards gave up and went back inside. We ran over to where our bikes and the van were parked and wasted no time in getting the fuck out of there.

We pulled into a store parking lot nearby and stopped next to the others. They were grinning.

"How'd it go?" Lock asked.

"No problems on our end," Hush said.

"I erased all the footage. Cops shouldn't be able to trace this back to us," Rip replied.

"Fremont will know," Ricochet pointed out.

"He will," Lock said, "but there isn't shit he can do about it yet." He nodded to me. "Do it."

I pulled a burner phone out of my pocket and punched in a number. Holding up my hand to quiet the group, I listened as it rang.

"Officer Torres."

"I have an anonymous tip for you."

"Okay. What's your name?"

"Anonymous, dumbass," I told him. I explained to him that Trask was using the country club as a way to move drugs.

"You're...sure of this?" David asked.