18
Buster
Five minutes earlier
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“THEY’RE COMING OUT,” Joe said, sitting up straight in the passenger seat.
I looked up from my phone. I’d been texting our president, Rusty, about running into Slammer’s old lady and one of the Gold Vipers. We’d traveled from Chicago and were waiting on orders to snatch the b***h. Seeing them in the store had actually been an accident. We’d gone there because Joe had been hungry for fried chicken.
“What should we do?”
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. “Nothing yet. We already know where she lives, and if we follow them, it’s going to look suspicious.”
“Why? They wouldn’t know it’s us.”
“Bullshit,” I said, watching as the Gold Viper scanned the parking lot and then looked directly toward our van. “He’s already made us.”
“Looks like
