Charlotte clutches Cara to her chest. “No!”
“Who asked you?” Baxter turns to Hickman. “What are you waiting for?”
Violence shimmers through James’ voice. “What does Finchby want with a new-born baby?”
Baxter shrugs. “I dunno. Adoption maybe. Organs? Who gives a s**t? He's got a buyer.”
He folds his arms, smirking at James. “That was the deal. Finchby gets the woman, the baby and you. I get Klempner.”
Hickman hovers. “Hey, Mr Baxter, I'm not too comfortable about this. Organs?” He jerks a thumb down at Klempner. “It’s one thing taking this bastard down. Even those two...” He nods at me and James. “But a baby…”
“No-one asked you to like it. Just do what you’re paid for. Now take the brat to Finchby.”
Hickman shifts on his feet but doesn’t move.
“Oh, for f**k’s sake.” Baxter snarls. “
