Page 191 of Allegiance

Oh, there was no way that a cop wouldn’t realize a crime happened back here.

There was a blood smear on the pavement and brain splatter.

Tommy had good aim.

Only, after destroying the body, it would take them a while to figure it out.

“The couple that kills together, stays together,” Tommy said, as Gene hit the button, and the machine went into action, pressing down all the cardboard boxes that were inside. When it got lower, they heard the crunching sound.

It was horrific.

“I don’t want to go that way,” Gene said.

“You’re at risk for going by bullet wound from a bad guy if you don’t haul ass,” Rogue said. “The other cop is heading out of the area. Jinx is about to move.”

They got it.

They ran for the trees.

“Clear!” Tommy said as soon as they were inside the trees behind the precinct. “Turn on the cameras.”

Rogue did, and thankfully, there was no sign of the two men on the screen.

That was close.

So now, there was only one of them in danger.

Of course, it was his wife.

“Jinx, go,” he said, watching the cameras.

“I’m moving,” Jinx admitted as she kept the cop in the evidence locker in her view.

“Jinxy, Baby, you got ten minutes. Thirty have passed, and the police scanner is going nuts. They’ve found the detectives. The coroner’s office is about to empty out, and you’re going to be spotted in the parking lot. Hustle.”

She got it.

When the cop picked up the phone to make a call, she moved closer to the edge and flipped over, so she was hanging. As soon as he wasn’t looking, she dropped soundlessly onto the floor below.

And stayed there.

She listened to the man on the phone.

“Chevy, we have the drugs loaded up, about twenty guns, and fifty thousand in cash. We’ll get it to you tomorrow. Yeah, the rendezvous spot. Okay see you then.”

When he hung up, she picked up some rope that was in a box nearby. It was likely used in a crime. Yeah, it was going to be used in another one.

Well, a suicide.

She touched the racks to see how much weight they’d hold, and they were bolted into the ground. Then, she made a noose, looped it through the one rack’s bars, and climbed back down.

As soon as Tate West sat down, she went into action, grabbing his sidearm, and dropping the noose around his neck.

It caught the man off guard, and she did what she needed to do.

She pulled down with all her might, getting the man a foot off the ground. He was thin, thankfully. As his feet kicked and he fought to get air, she moved to stand in front of him.

“Mikey O’ says fuck off,” she said, smiling. “You sold some children and their mothers. Now, we’re coming for all of you.”