Page 28 of The Prey (The Hillers of Barratt County #6)

The trees blocked most of Jason’s view of the house where he stood. He wasn’t going to be out there long. Just long enough to make sure everything went according to plan.

His SUV was dark in color. There was a bend just up the damned road from Hanan’s estate. Jason had parked there, and waited.

For a former client. A proper defense didn’t come cheap. The man’s mother still owed him ten grand that Walters would never know about.

Or a big favor. And this guy knew how to do what Jason needed done.

A car pulled up. The man climbed out. Jason held out the envelope of cash. Wordlessly.

The man took it. “And this is all I gotta do?”

“Yes. Just do it.”

“And the rest of my mom’s money she’s paid? You really gonna give it all back?”

“You’ll get the remainder the first thing tomorrow morning. Any problem with that?”

“No.” The man shoved the cash in his jacket. “It’ll get done as long as my mom gets her money back.”

“Money back guarantee. Take care of this little favor, and it’s yours.” It was a small price to pay for his own freedom. It was time to clean up some of his earlier mistakes.

And now Hanan had her . Value Royalty.

Her SUV was right there—she was probably all snuggled up and cozy in Hanan’s bed right now, exhausted.

Jason just waited.

Step one: He was going to get rid of Hanan, or at least make him hurt.

If nothing else, this would distract that bastard long enough for Jason to clean up a few things still out there in the open.

No matter what the cost.