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  1. “YOU CAN TOUCH ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT I WON’T ABANDON THE JOB.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Teaser chapter
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jonny P clamped a hand on Raider’s shoulder. “Let me have five minutes with him and a blowtorch. I’ll get the other half.”

Eddie studied him, his eyes bloodshot. Had he been playing poker late? “It’s an idea.”

Raider shoved off Jonny’s bony hand. “It is an idea, and one I already thought of.” He gave Eddie an “aw shucks” expression. “A loyal friend named Roscoe has the other evidence, and I ordered him to take it somewhere I’d never consider.” He folded his hands on his jeans, making sure to move his head enough that the diamond camera caught the entire room. “Roscoe is good at hiding things.”

Jonny P coughed. “Within an hour, I could have you calling Roscoe with new orders.”

“Well, now, that’s the problem.” Raider kept his attention focused on Eddie. “Roscoe doesn’t like phones and has no intention of checking in for a month. I truly have no clue where he is.” He smiled and forced himself to appear calm and not ready to rip out Jonny’s trachea. “So, best idea? How about we get to work? There’s a lot of money to be made.”

Eddie’s nostrils widened in his already wide face. “Can’t decide. Either we should just kill you now and take our chances, or maybe we’d make good business partners.” He spun a letter opener on his desk.

“I vote business,” Raider said, as cheerfully as he could with the accent.

“I vote bullet, and then we can go bowling,” Jonny P countered from behind him, pressing the cold metal of a gun to Raider’s temple.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Brigid helped the dog balance in white three-inch Payless heels on his front legs and two-inch floral Manolo Blahniks on his back legs. She’d bought the designer shoes after her first two paychecks from the HDD. The rest of her closet held tennis shoes and boots, which were much more in her comfort zone. “You look so much taller, Roscoe.”

His head lifted even higher, and his furry body twitched with delight.

She petted him between the ears, sitting against her bed. “Though you’re plenty tall already. I just don’t see why you worry about your height.” As she understood the story, there was a slightly taller dog on the mission in Afghanistan, and then a bombing had injured many soldiers, including both canines. Before that occurrence, Roscoe hadn’t tried to be taller than he was. “When did the drinking problem start?” she asked.

He panted, his tongue out, the closest thing possible to a doggie smile on his face. He licked her chin, and she chuckled.

A knock sounded on the outside door, and she jumped up. Was Raider back? Had they decided to go another route? Her heart thundering, she ran through the apartment and yanked open the door.