Stan turned his head and grinned at him, a toothpick dangling from between his lips. “Not a problem, Boss.”
“Don’t let Jameson hear you call me that.”
Stan just continued grinning.
“Deuce, what about the other guy?” Ace asked.
Yeah; the other guy. They hadn’t been expecting him. As it turned out, Jackson and the woman were accompanied by another man, who was holding the kid’s hand. The man was unremarkable—under average height and he looked so skinny a strong breeze would blow him over.
“Shoot him as well.”
“Any preference as to where?” Ace took out his gun and made sure the safety was off and a round was chambered. Not that Deuce had to worry about him. They’d worked together before.
Deuce gave it some thought. He knew Ace was a good shot and would nail whatever his target was. “Go
