Monk (K19 Security Solutions 7)

“He’s getting out, isn’t he?”

Razor nodded. “There was only so much I could do, Saylor.”

“It isn’t your responsibility to keep him in prison, Raze.”

“I would if I could.”

“Maybe he’s rehabilitated.”

“Men who strike women aren’t capable of rehabilitating.” Razor’s eyes met hers. “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You’re worried.”

“Honestly, I am.”

“What should I do?”

“Live your life.”

“Who are you putting on our detail?”

Razor smiled. “Smarty pants.”

“Who, Raze?”

“Diesel.”

“And the girls?”

“Somebody new. Name’s Tally.” Razor looked at his phone, shook his head, and put it in his pocket. “She’ll be working at the school as an aide.”

“Thanks, Bro.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “Keep your eyes open. Be aware of what’s going on around you. No leaving your doors unlocked or sitting out on your deck.”

“Stop. I won’t be a prisoner in my own home.”

“Just until we figure where Cliff is going to land.”

“Do you have someone on Ava and Sam?”

“Damn right, I do.”

“Who?”

“Tackle.”

Saylor smiled. The guy was a beast. Not that Diesel was a lightweight.

“Diesel won’t fly with you. When you’re gone, he’ll work with Tally.”

“When’s he getting out?”

“Tomorrow.”

—:—

“We’re going to miss you, Mr. Yáñez,” said the head nurse who was typically on days.