“Lee’s already on that,” Mace stated, walking back to us. “And you better prepare, woman, ‘cause he’s also on his way here and he’s not real happy.”
Whatever.
Lee wasn’t real happy when Indy and I bottle rocketed Nina Evans’s front yard when she spread that rumor I had herpes, her brother went ballistic and he had to step in.
And he wasn’t real happy the sundry times I’d gotten a bit past tipsy and interrupted his evening for a ride.
I could go on.
He always got over it.
He’d get over this too.
“I’m gonna go see if my stun gun is charged,” I told Mace and Luke.
Luke frowned at me.
Mace frowned at his boots.
I barely got three steps before Tex was there.
“I’m in,” he declared.
“This is team play,” Luke declined.
“I’m in,” Tex repeated.
“This’ll take three seconds, we don’t have to deal with a wildcard,” Luke returned.
“I’m,’ Tex leaned in and finished on a boom, “in!”
Luke stared him in the eyes.
Then he muttered, “Fuck.”
By the way, that was verbal macho badass that meant Luke was giving in.
A second after that, the bell over the door went and I looked that way to see Lee stalking in, eyes on me.
Yep.
Unhappy.
Whatever.
* * * * *
“Tex and Brian are already in place,” Lee said to me.
We were in the biography section of the bookshelves.
It was near go time for Operation Takedown New Mexican Baddies.
Tex, you know. Brian was Brian Bond. He was a uniformed cop who had been a rookie when Indy had her Rock Chick Drama, but now he had some experience under his belt. He was also partner with Willie Moses who, aside from being a seriously fine black man, was a friend of the family and a very good cop.
“I know,” I answered Lee.
“You go in, you keep an eye out. You do not look at Tex or Brian, even a glance. They do not exist for you,” Lee ordered.
I fought rolling my eyes and saying, Duh.
“You gotta keep this guy, or guys, occupied for five minutes, ten tops. Mug shots we got on them are years old so don’t rely on those pictures I showed you, and even the police in New Mexico don’t know the extent of their crew so keep alert. Brian and Tex will be casing inside, seein’ if they’re alone or if they come with sentries. My crew will be workin’ outside. You will get no go sign. If inside and outside are clear, Willie will come in and he and Brian will do the takedown. They’re not, we’ll neutralize the threat outside. You’ll see Ike, Bobby and Matt inside workin’ with Willie. You sit at a booth opposite the bar. Brody’s in the van and he’ll have eyes on that row. You have two jobs. Keep them occupied while we clock who’s in play and then gettin’ the fuck outta the way when the takedown begins. You got that?” he asked.
“Yes, kemosabe,” I answered and his eyes narrowed.
“This isn’t a joke, Ally,” he gritted out.
“No shit, Lee.”
His face got dark and after hours of planning this crap, he got down to what was really bugging him.
“You should not have taken the meet.”
“And wait for however long it is for this situation to be dealt with?” I asked. “Luke and Ava are getting married in two days. I don’t want to have to take the time to call the bomb squad to ask them to do a sweep. I take the meet, this is done and all I have to do is wonder with everyone else if Luke’s gonna dance with Ava at the reception.”
His lips got tight.
Although I knew that meant he was going to give me no further shit, which was usually an opening for me to give him some (or some more), I passed on that opportunity in order to get this done.
