Destiny Kills (Myth and Magic 1)
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“How do you know there’s a burger joint up ahead?”
“Because I’ve been this way before, and I always scout out localities.”
“When you’re planning a job, you mean?”
He shot me an amused look, neither confirming nor denying my accusation. “The place is open twenty-four hours. The early morning shift is one man, and he’s both the cook and waiter. You’re going to charm the pants off him.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You’re going to make that man want you bad enough to take you out to his truck.”
“Where you’ll deck him and snatch said truck?”
“Precisely.”
“I’m not happy with this plan, I have to tell you.”
“Well, unless you got a better plan, this is the one we’re stuck with.”
“The car behind us will spot us leaving in the truck.”
“The car behind us will unfortunately have two flat tires by that time.”
“Why not do all four?”
“Four is trickier, and the chance of getting caught increases dramatically.”
I stared at him for a minute, then crossed my arms. But one glance in the mirror at our black shadow and the men within left me little in the way of options.
I blew out a breath. “What’s this cook look like?”
“Like a cook?”
“I’m not making out with a lecherous old man.”
“So you’d rather be caught by those behind us?”
No. I’d just rather come up with something else.
The burger joint turned out to be attached to a gas station, though the cobwebs draped over the pumps suggested they hadn’t been used in some time. The building itself was brick, and it was hard to say what color they were thanks to the years of grime coating them. The large windows that lined the front were decorated with Christmas lights that cheerfully flashed in the early morning sun, and a huge burger sign sat above the weather-worn entrance, flashing on and off intermittently.
The burger on that sign looked no more appealing than the place itself.
I sniffed. “I still don’t like this plan.”
“Sweetheart, we have no choice. They’re right up our asses.”
My gaze flickered to the mirror. The black car had stopped on the side of the road.
Great. Just great. I unbuckled the belt and gave in to the inevitable. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”
We climbed out of the car and walked over to the door. All the time the back of my neck prickled, and it was all I could do not to run.
They were watching.
They were always watching.
No matter what Egan or I or the kids did, they were there. Them and Marsten.