Page 151 of Allegiance

Thank God for duct tape. Zayn was right about it.

Remmy wasn’t done.

“Oh, it gets worse. The Russians are heading this way. We don’t know why, but I’m betting it has something to do with the guns and Artemis. You’ve been laying low the last three months.”

Shit.

“Okay, well, keep your ears open. If there’s something brewing, we may have to jump right to that. Russians are generally low-key unless someone bought their mob services. They are for hire,” Jagger said.

“Or they are who Artemis is building an army against,” Remmy said. “With her, we won’t know until it bites us in the ass. She’s sneaky.”

He was aware.

“I’ll be out patrolling tonight,” he said. “I’ll swing by The Underground, and I’ll keep an eye open to see what’s going on. Maybe a drunk will run his mouth.”

Yeah, they knew where he was heading.

To watch Calyx.

Why?

When he first came there, he’d disappear in the night, and they had Zayn follow to make sure he wasn’t going to burn them.

Not.

Even.

Close.

Instead, he sat on the roof across from Calyx’s apartment, gun in hand, either ready to kill her, or watching her.

It was a tossup on which.

They either had a peeping Spook or a paranoid Hunter. The jury was still out.

“Good plan,” Maura said. “Call us, Remmy, if you need us.”

Oh, he would.

“What are you guys doing?” he asked. “I know you’ll have a plan.”

Oh, she did, and they didn’t have a choice. This mess was forcing her hand.

“We need one team to hit the police station, and the other half is going to a bar. Elizabeth said it’s owned by Cruz Santiago, and he was El Gato’s right-hand man, so…”

No one looked amused that they were doing exactly what Artemis wanted.

Call them crazy, but that seemed bad.

Yeah, and dangerous.

“The bar won’t be bad,” she reassured. “It’s going to be the police station I have to worry about. I’ll work out a plan,” she promised.

“What about him?” Jinx asked, pointing at the freaking-out man. He was bleeding enough to slowly be dying, but not fast enough.

Maura tucked the phone into his shirt pocket, and then put the nose of her gun under his chin. She pulled the trigger, ending his whining, closing out that part of his life, and giving the women some well-deserved justice.

Well, that answered that question.