Cruz
It was a quiet night.
Too quiet.
I was posted up in the office, a stack of paperwork in front of me that I wasn’t reading and Knox across from me, clicking that f*****g pen like it was a nervous tic. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed. Somewhere outside, a bike engine roared, then faded.
I was ten seconds from shoving the pen down his throat when the burner phone lit up on the table.
Knox grabbed it, flipping it open without missing a beat. His face went stiff.
“f**k. Yeah. Be there in five.”
He tossed the keys to the old pickup at me with a grin like the devil himself.
“Your turn.”
I raised a brow. “The f**k does that mean?”
“Dirty deal. Dead body. I did cleanup last time.”
My jaw clenched. “f**k!” I barked, standing up, the metal chair screeching against the floor. “
