That musta hurt.
Ad went over and crouched. “You go up and I’ll get rid of him—”
“Not a chance.” As Ad looked up, Matthias planted his feet and got his glare on. “Those things out back? Those are your world. This.” He jabbed a forefinger at the stiff. “Is mine. Get me some f**king pants while I strip him.”
Well, what do you know. Just because his balls didn’t work didn’t mean the guy was a pu**y.
“And bring me a belt,” Matthias muttered as he knelt down onto the ground, and started to pick over the carcass like the best kind of vulture. “I’m not your size anymore.”
Adrian wasn’t the type to be dismissed, especially by a mere human. But Jim’s old boss had earned some respect in that forest, and there was no arguing with the way he was handling the postgame wrap-up on a man who’d been sent to kill him.
After Ad did a quick scan of the property to make sure nothing was doing, he flashed up inside the studio—no reason not to, considering the focus Matthias was showing the dearly departed. After a quick check-in with Dog and Eddie, both of whom were right where they needed to be, he grabbed a set of leathers in case the shit hit the fan again, and looked around for something, anything he could leverage as a belt.
Back down on ground level, he dropped the pants by Matthias’s nearly bare ass. “Here.”
The guy took a pause in his peel job and started to get to his feet. When he faltered, Adrian extended his palm.
Matthias looked up as if he wanted to throw a f**k-off out into the airwaves, but as he made a second attempt and didn’t get far, he slid his hand against Ad’s. It took no strength at all to get him off the ground, but the subtle pull made the difference between Matthias’s staying where he was and his being on the vertical.
As the man’s head dropped to take off his Nikes, Ad felt a pang in his chest. To be disabled was a kind of curse. And yet through heart alone, Matthias had done a man’s job out in the back—had even stepped in during a moment when Ad might have gotten hurt.
“Thank you,” Adrian said.
Matthias’s brows twitched—which was apparently his version of OMG. “What for?”
“Stepping in.”
“You could have handled it,” he said gruffly as he yanked up those pants.
The leathers were painfully loose on him, and when Adrian handed over an extension cord, the stare he got back was all about the really?
“Best I could do.”
Matthias did the duty, snaking the stiff black cord through the loops, pulling shit tight, and tying it in a knot. Then he was back to work.
“No cell phone, ID has his picture on it and not much else, ammo, piano wire, good knife—but not as flashy as the ones you have.” Matthias glanced around. “We need to find his car and get him the hell out of here. They’re going to send more, but let’s clean up this mess before things get complicated and the morgue at St. Francis runs the risk of losing another body.”
“I’ll get the keys to the truck. In the meantime, let’s stuff him in the garage.”
“Roger that.”
Ad went for the F-150 that Jim had driven before he’d fallen into the battle between good and evil. By the time he’d backed the thing out, Matthias had tied the operative’s arms and legs together, and was dragging the body toward the bay that had been opened.
The effort was making him limp like someone had hit his bad leg with a Louisville Slugger. And broken the bat in half.
Adrian stepped in and took the torso. No comment. No fuss.
“Worried he’s going to wake up?” Adrian drawled, nodding at that thin copper wire that had been used to secure things.
“Lately, I’m not taking anything for granted.”
The truck that Adrian had pulled out was not new, but it was in good condition. Unfortunately, as Matthias grunted and dragged his bones up into the passenger seat with the help of his cane, the same couldn’t be said for himself.
He was old and in bad condition.
The fight he’d had such a blast with hadn’t ended as far as his body was concerned, every sharp jab, quick counter, and bracing blow lingering in his joints and muscles. He felt like he’d been in a car accident.
Again.
But he liked it. Everything…from the killing to the cleanup…felt like a familiar set of clothes or a destination he’d lived at for a long, long time.
After Adrian drove them out past the white farmhouse that appeared to be unoccupied, the man hit the brakes at the main road.
“Preference?” he said.
As with the fighting, the analysis came to Matthias with perfect clarity and confidence: “The operative would have driven by this lane first, coming from the direction of downtown because he’d have taken a car up from Washington, D.C., on the Northway. Then he’d have doubled back and gone past again.”
“So right.”
“No, left. He’d have double-checked a third time before identifying the best place to park. And then after finding it, he would have located another, less obvious solution.” Matthias nodded in that direction. “Left.”
“Do all you guys have the same brain?”
“I had a very specific recruiting strategy and type.”
“And what was that?”
Matthias focused on the man beside him. “You. Without the metal in your face.”
“I do believe I’m blushing.”
As Adrian made the turn, Matthias cracked a smile, and then got to searching the shoulders of the road. They were definitely out in the sticks, overgrown evergreens and early blooming forsythia crowding the asphalt on both sides like fans at a velvet rope.
One mile out. Two miles. Three—
“There,” he said, pointing through the front windshield—but like Adrian hadn’t seen the unmarked buried to its quarter panels at the side of the road?
Adrian eased by the vehicle at five miles an hour under the turtle-like speed limit so they could check things out. Pulled over like it had broken down, the unremarkable unmarked had a bright pink CPD seal on it—like the cops had already been by, assessed the Taurus, and put the owner on notice to get his shit the hell home or have the ride impounded.
Adrian doubled back and drew up close. “Are you sure this is—”
Matthias got out of the truck and peeled the sticker off easy as pie. “If this was real, you’d need a straightedge.”
Tossing the “seal” inside the truck, he stepped back and looked left and right. No one around, and no one down the road in either direction.