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I shoot off a text to Shadow to tell him our idea and he sends me the approval within seconds.
“Okay, we’re good. Let me know when the text is sent and he’s on his way. I’ll take it from there.”
“I can go with. For backup.”
I scrunch my nose, knowing damn well that neither Wraith nor Pax want Boone out in the field like that. He’s not a killer. But it’s also not my place to tell him what he can and can’t do.
“Are you sure, man? You know it can get violent.”
“Yeah, I know. I feel like I don’t contribute enough.”
“What do you think being in the van will do except open you up to getting caught in the crossfire?”
He nods. “You’re right. I’d be in your way.”
“Probably not, but there’s a risk there. Pedretti won’t even see me coming. It’ll be over quickly.”
Boone is quiet for a second before he says, “I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe it just seems like I don’t bring much to the table.”
“Hey, your skills are getting stronger every day. You’ve helped locate a lot of targets already, which is needed. Our turnaround time is better than it was because we don’t waste so much time stalking, which means we can take on more accounts, which means more money. That sounds like a lot to me.”
He smiles, nodding. “Thanks, Whisper.”
“You’re welcome.”
He leaves to get to work, and as soon as I’m alone my thoughts immediately shift to Blush and what happened with him last night.
I pull up his number and send off a text.
Me: Everything okay at home?
It takes a few minutes, but he responds.
Blush: My brother was beat up last night by some bullies. My cousin was upset so she called me home. He’s gonna be okay though.
Me: That sucks. Need any help?
Blush: What kind of help are you offering?
Me: I’m pretty good at sending messages to people when they need one.
Blush: Ooh, a sexy hero. Thanks, but I’m all good. He won’t mess with my bro again. I’m pretty good at sending messages too. How are you?
Me: Fine. Normal. You?
Blush: Horny. Maybe I’ll see you later? I dance early tonight. The eight-thirty set.
Me: I’ll be there if I can. I might have work but I’m not sure yet.
Blush: Dying to know what kind of job makes you work such weird hours.
What would he think if he knew what I am?
Me: It’s classified.
He sends back several laughing emojis.
Blush: Hope to see you later. We can pick up where we left off.
