Hammer and Jonas took their eyes off the apartment to cast her doubtful glances.
“Shade doesn’t have friends,” Hammer warned. “I raised you to stare into a man’s eye and see his soul. Shade doesn’t have one. If you don’t see that, I failed.”
“I saw it, but you haven’t seen him around Lily.”
“You’re not Lily.”
She dropped her arms, leaning back in her seat as she stared out of the window. No one was Lily. She had the extra special something that drew everyone around her into her world. Her sister, Beth, had the same capacity. They were charming and so nice they made you wonder which planet they had been born on. A woman like Lily could catch a man like Train, instead of taking leftovers.
She was the complete opposite. She could be refined or pleasant … if she had a knife to her neck.
Killyama perked up when she saw a car park in front of the apartment they were watching.
“Get ready.” Hammer’s low voice broke the tension-filled silence.
Killyama grabbed the door handle, preparing to jump out of their SUV, when a short, blond-haired man came out carrying a laptop.
“That’s him. Go!”
Killyama jerked the door open, sprinting toward Carter. He was halfway to the parked car when the man driving saw the three of them running. He backed up before peeling out of the parking lot. Unfortunately for Carter, he didn’t react as quickly.
“Jack Carter!”
The bail jumper dropped the laptop he was carrying as he ran back inside his apartment.
“Why in the hell do they run?” Jonas grunted, leaping to tackle the shorter man onto the ground.
Killyama and Hammer pulled Carter to his feet after Jonas handcuffed him.
“Let me go! I’m going to call the police.”
“We’re going to save you the trouble. The cops have been looking for you since you missed your court date.”
They ignored the litany of verbal abuse Carter hurled at them as Killyama shoved him into the backseat, buckling him inside. Then she took the seat next to him as Jonas slammed the door closed. She was tempted to elbow him in the fucking face when he leered at her.
Hammer got in the front, handing the laptop to Jonas.
She kept an eye on Carter as Hammer drove to the police station.
“Whomever you stole that computer from won’t be happy to get it back broken,” Jonas remarked as he opened the laptop.
“It’s mine.”
“Sure it is. You have a rap sheet as long as my leg. You should wise up; you suck as a burglar.”
“Don’t mess with it. It’s none of your business.” Carter had been sitting docile until Jonas opened the laptop.
“Why you getting so bent out of shape?” Killyama egged him on. Deprived of chasing him down, she had to get her kicks another way.
“Maybe because it’s none of your fucking business what I have on my computer,” Carter snarled, struggling against his seatbelt and the handcuffs Jonas had placed on him.
“It’s his. Dumbass has his picture on the log-in.”
“Let me see.” She scooted forward as Jonas lifted the computer high enough for her to see, which was close to Carter’s face. His face turned red as he tried to reach for it but couldn’t.
“Quit egging her on. Jesus, it’s like I’m dealing with two kids when I work with you both,” Hammer grumbled.
“You fuckwads don’t know what shit you’ve walked into. I have friends who can make you disappear.”
“Ooo, I’m so scared. Any of those friends bail your ass out of jail? Wait a minute. That was me, and I definitely don’t consider you a friend.”
“You fucking bitch, let’s see how scared you are when …”
Killyama raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to finish. When he didn’t, she rubbed more salt into his wounds.
“Couldn’t think of anyone? I’ll tell you what; I’ll add you to the Christmas card list I send to all the losers who think they’re going to screw me out of my money.”
“Cunt, I’m going to fuck you up so bad—” Carter started to yell out until she couldn’t resist the urge to elbow him the face any longer. “I’m going to have you arrested.”
“For what? You hurt yourself when you fell. You see anything, Hammer? Jonas?”
“No,” they answered.
“You’re going to be sorry.”
She became tired of the whiney pussy, ignoring him for the rest of the ride to the police station. Once there, Killyama climbed out as Jonas took Carter.
“I don’t suppose you want to give me your password?”
“Suck my dick!” As they drew closer to the side door of the station, Carter dug his heels into the pavement. “What are you going to do with my computer?”
“Wipe it clean and sell it,” Killyama lied. In actuality, Jonas would look it over and see if they could use any of the information on his drive. Sometimes their best clues on chasing other felons were handed to them when they were searching for another one.
“Hey, sexy lady, did you bring me a present, or did you finally decide to go out with me?” The booking officer was one she was familiar with.