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When he disappeared into the restaurant, she dug out her phone Time to call in the steel cavalry

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“OF COURSE, IT’S fucking pouring,” Jig gru truck Cold rain, sharp as shards of ice, bounced off his leather jacket and bo pricks

When he reached the truck, he yanked the door handle, only to find it locked

What the…?

With a scowl, he peered through the dripping truckinto the cab of the truck and at Zach’s shit-eating grin

Asshole

Pounding his fist on the , he yelled, “Open it the fuck up, shithead It’s colder than a witch’s tit out here, and I’ soaked”

Zach glanced over his shoulder to the back seat where Rocket was laughing like a loon His brothers were a bunch of sadistic cockwaffles

“What?” Zach lifted his hands and shook his head “I can’t hear you,” he mouthed

“Open The Fucking Door” Jig gripped the handle and pulled with all his strength as though he could just rip the dae But what’d he’d apparentlythe door, which no open, sending Jig stu back, nearly to his ass

Both Zach and Rocket were so hysterical they could barely speak

“Can we go please?” Jig reached out and cranked Zach’s heat The other two could sweat their nuts off for all he cared

“Oooh,” Zach said as he tried to calood Hey! Don’t drip all over e, I want it to at least be in good condition”

Jig finally sht of that shit before you lockedCopper will skin us alive if we don’t follow up on this lead” Rocket had gotten so out Today’s mission was to scout it out, see if there was a chance the info was good Possibly a long-shot, but worth the trouble if it got them what they needed

As Zach pulled out onto the road, Rocket leaned forward over the center console “You know,” he said, facing Jig “Two o, we couldn’t have pulled that shit on you”

Jig’s eyebrows dren “What do you mean?”