Eric narrowed his eyes. “Never work with anyone you don’t have a hold over. I’ve got my own shit on them. Don’t you worry. They’re too afraid to look me in the eye, never mind cross me.”
“You’re a real shady motherfucker, ain’t you?” I asked in absolute seriousness.
“When it comes to those I love, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect them.”
And despite all his years of absence, I was beginning to struggle to find any hint of a lie in his statements.
Running my hands through my hair, I blew out a breath and held them at the back of my neck. “Okay, so now what do we do?”
Eric glanced at Jedd, and Jedd turned to me, holding my gaze. The baton had been handed back to my VP.
“Now, we wait for Winnie and her crew to raid Walsh’s house. Once they’ve got him, all of this is over, Drew.”
“Nothing is ever that easy for The Hounds of Babylon, Jedd.”
“Well, there is one more thing we need to take care of before all this is set into motion. Something that we can’t overlook now I’m out of custody.”
I frowned harder. “Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like what you have to say?
Jedd’s smile could have outshone the sun, and his eyes twinkled with delight. “One of our men just died, pres. It’s time for us to dig out the black outfits and turn on the crocodile tears. We’ve got an entire town to convince, not just the law. If we don’t mourn that son of a bitch, we’re back under the spotlight of suspicion. Whether we like it or not, we have a funeral to arrange.”