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I didn’t like distractions.
Distractions got people killed.
I’d learned that lesson long before New Mexico, somewhere between the first time I watched a convoy turn into fire and the first time the Daggers sent me after a man who thought crossing state lines made him untouchable. Feelings made you slow. Curiosity made you careless. Attachment made you predictable.
Somewhere over the last two weeks, I’d managed all three.
My phone was in my hand, opened on my messages. The last message from JJ glowed on the screen.
Okay. Tuesday then.
A simple sentence.
An appointment.
A conversation waiting to happen.
Nothing about it should have been enough to pull my focus away from Reno Mercer, yet there I was in a motel parking lot before sunrise, staring at those three words like they h
