Not Looking for Love: Episode 6 (A New Adult Contemporary Romance Novel) by Lena Bourne Read Free Book Online Page B

I don’t think is the case here.
    I'm talking too much, because I'm nervous. It does nothing to unravel the hard knot in my stomach.  
    "You'll be fine," Greg says and walks closer to the wall. "If there are dogs, they'll be chained, I'm sure."
    "I hope it isn't one of those long ass chains," I mutter, following him. I can deal with getting arrested, even shot, but torn to pieces by dogs is a horrible way to go.
    Greg manages to get the pick to stick to the wall on the second throw. "All yours," he says, handing me the end of the rope. I tug on it and it holds, but I weigh about 250 pounds so I'm still not sure it'll actually hold me. Just as well, maybe I'll fall and break my neck. That would solve shit too.
    "Once you get to the top, just toss the rope over and descend," Greg tells me.
    "Yeah, so simple," I murmur. The wall is three times my height at least. "If there's no security, why can't we just walk in through the front gate?"
    "Stop asking so many questions," he says pointedly, so I guess it's time.  
    "What car?" I ask.
    "It's a black Audi limousine. License plate says Mad Dog, so it should be easy to spot. It's parked right by the wall on this side anyway. Here's the keys."
    He hands them to me, but I'm too stunned to reach for them. "Keys? What kinda theft is this?"
    "It's an extraction, like I said. Ready?"
    I shrug, pocket the keys and grip the rope, start climbing. The leather gloves I'm wearing slip a little, but I'm sure it's better than having the rope burn into my palms. It's slow going, and I'm actually panting by the time I reach the top of the wall, my arms burning. Once I do, I look for the car, and I think I see it, but it's right below me so I can't read the license plate.  
    I jump off the rope too soon, and the impact sends a spine jarring jolt through me, my left knee buckling. But I hardly feel the pain with all the adrenaline pumping through me. This is just like any of the hundreds of jobs I've done. And it seems to be better planned than most. I stay by the wall for a few moments, listening hard for an alarm, or the sound of dogs barking. There's neither.  
    The license plate on the black car actually reads MaDog, but I guess that's close enough. It's unlocked, and the radio blares some weird techno as I turn the engine on. I turn it off, my heart hammering somewhere in my throat.  
    The gate is already opening as I reach it. This was too easy. Way too easy.
    I follow Greg's car, and for all his trash talk earlier, he's still obeying the speed limit.
    There's a thick, nauseating smell in the car, a lot like rotting meat. I open the windows and breathe through my mouth, but I still feel like I'll throw up at any moment. I hit a stretch of road lined with streetlamps and see the source of the stench. That's not just tinted windows in the back. Both the back passenger windows are covered with dried streaks of black blood, as is most of the rear window. I almost throw up, acid burning the back of my throat so bad I might pass out.
    What the fuck kinda car did I steal? Or extract, as Greg put it, which is far more accurate.
    Most likely this car's been involved in some crime, and a bad one at that. Murder. And this car is evidence. Which no one's collected yet and they won't now, since I stole it and am probably delivering it to the murderer right now. The nausea grows worse at the thought.  
    This must be how Mike's evidence, the stuff I planted, got fucked up. Gail and her father have no chance if these people decide to take them out. None at all. They won't know what hit them. And their only hope is me standing in the way of that.  
    I haven't been paying attention to following Greg, and he's suddenly gone. The nausea turns to full on stomach cramps. I can't fuck this up. Too much depends on it. But I don't have his number, and I have no fucking idea where they want this car.
    I'm just about to call Mike and beg him to tell me what to do, when I spot Greg's Mustang waiting for me at a