Chapter 29
Alamo was trying to fix the heap of a car that Killer’s woman had bought, but when he got Ellen’s text, he thought he was going to snap his phone in his bare hands. He dropped the wrench in his hand.
“Killer!”
“What the . . .” Killer’s words faded as he glanced at his own phone. “She’s an idiot.”
Alamo was already snatching his keys up.
“I’ll call Dad, and—” Killer’s words died as his phone rang. He answered, “Yeah, I saw it. Where are you? . . . Meet you there.”
There were times when planning wasn’t Alamo’s strong suit, not a lot of them, but that happened. Zoe and Ana came to the door. “Stay in the goddamn house. There’s a g*n’s in the top drawer. No one in unless it’s Ellen or a Wolf. Got it.”
“What’s . . .” The rest of Zoe’s words faded as she looked at Killer. “Fine.
