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I hold my breath and close my eyes. Shit, shit, shit.
“Who goes there?” the male voice shouts.
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Oh my God.
I close my eyes and grip the gun hard enough to break my fingers.
“It’s me,” a man’s voice replies.
“Did you fucking hear him?” one growls.
“Yeah, I did.”
“How?” the other man asks.
I frown. Who is this and what are they talking about? Why are they meeting next to this particular container? Oh, God, I’m screwed. They are breaking in here to get the guns.
I stay dead still as I try to contain my frantic heart.
“It has to look like an accident.”
Who is out there? Who are they talking about?
“When?”
“I’m not sure. This week. He has to be gone before Vikinos arrives so we can blame it on him.”
“That fucking girl we supposedly picked up by accident is a cop.”
“What?” the other man snaps.
My eyes widen. Holy fuck… why would they think I’m a cop?
“Yeah, she fucking attacked me the other day, warning me against going near him.”
Oh shit. They’re talking about Stace.
I hold my breath. Please don’t find me.
“He’s brought her on here as a little fuck buddy bodyguard. That was no accident she came out of that door at just that moment.”
I frown.
“I will make an engine malfunction call this week sometime in the middle of the night, and when he comes out we will take care of it.”
“It has to look like an accident.”
“Yeah, it will. He will be going in the drink.”
“Okay.”
“Stucco?” Stace’s voice comes through the radio one of them is wearing.
“Yeah?” Stucco replies over the sound of the static.
“Why aren’t you down here in the meeting?” Stace snaps angrily.