Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
At my raised brow, she took a deep breath and shook her head. “Sorry. I went off on a tangent. I didn’t mean to say all that.”
“No. It makes perfect sense. When I was deployed, you’ll never believe it, but my nickname was Lucky Stone.”
Her eyes widened. “Does it have anything to do with the stone I touched in your room?”
I snorted. “Yeah. That was the only thing I took with me from home. A stupid rock, but it reminded me of my mom, so I carried it in my pocket. Most people have pictures of their girlfriends, or their family, but not me. I carried a rock.”
I shook my head. “It wasn’t long before my team noticed and figured it was because of my name. So I went with it, and called it my lucky stone.” I closed my eyes, seeing the army base in the desert sand. “But that was just at the beginning. After about six months in, the meaning got a little twisted. My platoon called me Lucky Stone because I always made it out alive. It got so that people didn’t want to go on missions with me because it meant they might die.”
Her brows dipped. “That seems counterintuitive. Wouldn’t they want to go with you because the odds of coming back were better for them as well?”
I huffed. “You’d think that. But there were plenty of times when I was the only survivor. My last mission… the one you saw in your vision?” She nodded. “I barely made it. I don’t pretend to understand it, but that’s what happened. I got out of the service right after that.”
I met her gaze. “And now it’s happening again. I should have died yesterday. Or in the bombing the day before, but you saved me. I’m starting to get a complex.”
“Well, at least cheating death isn’t making you reckless. If you really believed you couldn’t die, you’d put yourself in more dangerous positions.”
“And you don’t think I do?”
That made her pause. “Well. I guess that’s debatable. I mean… your job is kind of dangerous. And now Johnny is after you.”
“So, you think it’s Cash’s friend?”
She nodded. “Yes, I do, especially after hearing that Johnny Cash song, it’s the only thing that makes sense. He has to be tied to Razor and the snakes… even if it’s only a remote connection.”
“I think you’re right. We can use that tie to draw him out.” I shook my head. “You know, it’s crazy, but I’ve already come up with a plan that involves Razor.”
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
“We set a trap. With me as bait.”
Her eyes widened. “You can’t be serious. That’s just asking for trouble.”
“Maybe. But nothing else has worked.”
She closed her eyes. “There has to be another way.”
“I can’t think of anything. Can you?”
She huffed out a breath. “Well… not right off the top of my head.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Fine. Then tell me what you have in mind.”
“I’m still working on it, but I think setting up a meeting at Razor’s place might do the trick. I could install a bunch of security cameras around his place before the meeting. I’d tell him to make sure all of his guys knew about it, and hopefully one of them would tell Johnny. Then he’d make plans to take me out at the meeting, and we’d catch him.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If you think someone else in the gang has connections to Johnny, then why not just talk to them?”
“Look what happened to Cash. He’d probably kill them, and we’d be right back where we started.”
“Okay… I get it. So, then what?”
“We’d watch for him on the security footage. When he showed up, we’d move in and catch him, long before he could plant a bomb or set a trap for me.”
“I guess that could work.”
I nodded. “As long as I get Razor to agree.”
She sniffed. “Good luck with that. After all the bombs, I doubt he’ll go for it.”
“I know. But it’s worth a try.” I twisted my lips. “If that doesn’t work, I’m hoping we can come up with another plan to draw Johnny out, and then you use your psychic powers to foresee if that plan will work.”
Her brows dipped. “What if my powers don’t tell us anything?”
I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. It’s worth a try.”
“I don’t know… I’ve barely kept you alive as it is.”
“I know. But we have to do something.” I started to pace back and forth in front of her desk. “Let’s start with this. What do we know about Johnny?”
“That he’s angry and wants you dead?”
I shook my head. “Besides that.” I held up my fingers to count them off. “He knows where I live. That I drive a Triumph. That I work for Vanetti. And that I go to the gym by the office. He also used my connection to the gang.”