They moved in, closing on the front of the house. Ghost slid to the wall and rose up, peeking in the picture window.
“Looks like no one’s home.”
“Should I knock?” Blood offered sarcastically a moment before he opened fire on the door, the burst of firepower busting the doorknob and lock all to hell.
Shades gave him a barely tolerant expression. “A little dramatic, are we?”
He grinned. “Ding-dong, Avon calling.”
The men moved inside.
“Do your thing, and be quick about it,” Shades snapped at Heavy.
“It’s gonna take a minute. Riggin’ this to look like a gas explosion is tricky, boss.”
“Well, we ain’t got all day.”
Ghost lifted his chin. “Search the place. May find something of use.”
A moment later Griz walked back down the hall hefting an assault rifle.
“Back room’s like an arsenal. Check out this M249 SAW. Be a shame to blow all this shit to kingdom come.”
Blood walked in the room. “There’s a safe in the bedroom wall, but its locked tight.”
Shades’ radio crackled with a low voice. “We got a rider comin’.”
It was Reno’s voice, one of the DKs posted out on the road.
Shades put the two-way to his mouth. “Just one?”
“Yeah, just one.”
“Is it Florida?”
“Yeah, but we got a problem.”
“What’s that?”
“He’s got a chick on the back.”
The men all looked at each other.
Fuck.
Ghost didn’t have a problem killing Florida. He wouldn’t lose one moment’s sleep over it. But he didn’t kill women.
“Collateral damage,” Blood grunted.
“We’re not killing an innocent woman,” Shades growled at him.
Blood shrugged. “Your call. But how the fuck you gonna pull this off now?”
“You got sixty seconds. He’s turning into the neighborhood,” came the voice of a different lookout, one posted at the end of the street.
Shades looked over at Heavy. “You done?”
Heavy shoved some tools in a small black kit and jumped to his feet. “Yeah, let’s get the fuck outta here.”