Page 1 of Burn Bag (Owens Protective Services #31)

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My eyeballs twitched as I stared at Cash through the restaurant window. Sitting there with a group of men he had no right being with, I knew what I had to do. It didn’t take long to get to work. I had been watching him for a while now, taking my time to plan everything out perfectly.

Tonight was the night.

And it was gonna be alright.

I laughed to myself as the words tinkled in my head.

I cracked myself up sometimes. If only others learned to have as much fun as I did.

Their lives would be so much happier for it.

Whistling, I turned to the job at hand and slid under the car, taking the device out of my pocket to plant under the vehicle.

I was going old school on this. If there was one thing I learned over the years, it was that sometimes things had to be done a certain way.

As much as I wished I could get my hands on a vat of acid right now, this called for a little more finesse. I attached the bomb and set the timer, sliding back out from under the vehicle just in time to run to the alley before anyone saw me.

I giggled as I squatted down against the brick wall. A mouse crept up beside me and squeaked a few times. “Yep, it’s all going down. Only a few more seconds and it’ll all be over.”

The mouse squeaked again and scurried down the alley. He probably didn’t want to see the aftereffects. Not that it mattered. The rest of the world would see, and that was all that counted.

Cash walked out of the restaurant and got in the back seat of the car as the others got in beside him.

The driver shut the door and walked around to the front, checking his surroundings before getting inside.

I chuckled at the fact that he ignored me.

Dressed as a homeless person, no one took me seriously.

But then again, that’s how I’d been living for the past month.

It was how I gained the intel I had today.

I glanced down at my watch, knowing others would be watching this very moment, and pulled out the trigger.

“It’s been nice knowing you, Cash.”

I hit the button and grinned as the car shot up, flipping in the air, as the bomb tore the car apart. It landed with a thud, completely engulfed in flames. Not a single person would have survived the blast, and that’s the way I wanted it.

Snickering, I rubbed my hands together in glee as I got to my feet and skipped down the alley. My mouse friend joined me, scurrying alongside me as we left the dark alley just as sirens sounded in the distance.

All they’d find were the charred remains.