CHAPTER 37
BRAX
“What the f**k?” Brax asked.
Jerry paused halfway across the kitchen. “Relax. Go back to bed.”
“Relax? How the hell can I relax? You’re carrying a body.” A man, judging by the shape, and reasonably slender. The bag over his head hid his identity. “Is he dead?”
“No, just sleepy. And technically, I’m only carrying half of him.”
Because Tulsa had the feet. But that didn’t make the situation any better.
“Explain.”
Brax had known they were up to something. When he’d spoken with Alexa earlier, she’d been even more evasive than usual, although Jerry’s caginess was nothing new. But this… Brax had been known to skirt the law on occasion, but he’d never kidnapped anybody.
“Since the cops seem hesitant to ask Silvio questions, we figured we’d try the DIY approach.”
“Have you
