Dallas approached the front door, his gun drawn and at waist-level. He peered through the window, and relaxed when he saw Selena standing there with a small suitcase. He swung the door open.
“Hey, boss,” she said. “How’s Liv?”
He lowered his voice. “I just told her about the fucker probably being in her house. She’s – she’s fragile.”
Selena nodded. “Got it.”
They turned as an SUV pulled up to the curb outside. Sully nodded from the driver’s seat and they waved back. His dark eyes scanned the street, checking to make sure he hadn’t been followed, making sure that nobody was watching him or the house. Then he climbed out, shrugged off his large overcoat and stuffed it in the hatchback before getting back in the vehicle.
Dallas took the bag from Selena. “Thanks for this. Hang out here fo
