Dallas Ferguson looked at his watch. They had to fix the problem and fix it soon or years of solid work would be broken, stolen from them because of one dumb daddy’s girl. He wished he had killed her when he saw her, but he couldn’t. He had things he had to take care of and killing her would have brought suspicion—plus he wasn’t sure just how much she knew. He knew she had something. He knew she was working with the special federal task force, but what he needed to know was how much she had already gathered, how much she had already given them. “We know where she is.” “Correction,” Dallas snapped, his silver fox hair glistened in the light of the sinking sun. “We knew where she was at. In case you didn’t notice our men are in body bags right now. Fix this, or I’ll fix you.” And with those words he was done. There were no other words to say because he had made his promise and everybody knew once Dallas Ferguson spoke their fate was already sealed. He didn’t have time for screw ups.
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