Free The Last Execution by Jerrie Alexander Page A

she’s riding with the Feds?” Jason’s patience waned. Small talk with Vick was a waste of time.
    “Yeah. She’s on loan. They’re hunting that sniper. Been on all the news stations.”
    “Good. Between the government and us, we’ll keep her off balance. You buy the bike?”
    “Yeah. I drove all the way to Alpharetta and paid cash at a Wal-Mart. It’s ready to be left on Grandma and Grandpa’s doorstep.”
    “And my stand in?” Jason removed an envelope of cash and a small sack from the console. He handed both to Vick, worried that he didn’t understand the plan. “Are you sure you can pull off both projects on the same day?”
    “I got you covered. The bike will be delivered early, and your lookalike’s lined up for late at night.”
    Jason sighed at Vick’s sheer stupidity. “I don’t give a fuck whether he looks like me or not. Just be sure he’s close to my height and weight. And you personally put this cologne on him before he visits Leigh.”
    “It’s all set. He’ll leave her shaking in her shit.”
    Vick’s sinister laugh worried Jason. He wanted Leigh terrorized and beat up. No more. Vick had to follow the plan. Maybe he needed a reminder who gave the orders. Jason pulled his pistol from beside his leg and laid it across the console.
    “He’s not to fuck her or hurt the kid.” His voice rose and reverberated through the inside of the SUV. “You understand?”
    “He don’t want her. She ain’t his type.” Vick’s dark eyes glazed over. “When you take her out, I wish you’d give me the boy.” He sighed and pushed his hand through his shaggy brown hair.
    “I’m giving you money. Leigh and the boy are mine.”
    “I know. I was wishing out loud.”
    “You remember what to do with this guy after he visits Leigh.”
    “Yeah.” Vick’s yellowed teeth shone in the semidarkness. “Him, I can have. Right?”
    “Him, you can do anything you want with. As long as you kill him when we’re done. Now, get out. I’ve got places to go.”
    Without a word, Vick exited the car. Jason didn’t want to know what the sick bastard had planned for the poor schmuck. Nor did he give a shit. He learned in lockup not to question or denigrate another man’s passions. Jason pulled away from the curb and checked his rearview mirror. That crazy bastard Vick stood right in the middle of the street ignoring the oncoming traffic. Jason shuddered and drove on.
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    Wednesday, April 28, 8:15 a.m.
    Leigh’s nose detected sugar when Olivia hurried through the door.
    “Will this make up for my tardiness?” She placed a donut box in the middle of the table with a guilty smile.
    Leigh took the first one. “Works for me.”
    “Food absolves all sins.” Romeo signed the cross in Olivia’s direction with one hand and grabbed a donut with the other. “Right?”
    He pushed the box to Casey, who snagged a bear claw. “Romeo’s got a point. I forgive your tardiness this once.”
    “What’d I miss?” Olivia slid into a chair directly across from him.
    Casey swallowed a sip of coffee and tapped the file in front of him. “I pulled information on the Final Justice Organization, a case I worked in New York last year.”
    “I remember. You threw a wide net. Caught a few big fish,” J.T. said. He studied the contents of the box before taking a glazed donut for himself.
    “Everybody in the Bureau was talking about it,” Romeo said. “You guys hit the big time when you caught the Angel of Death. They’ll make a movie about the murders and the crazy female vigilante someday.”
    Casey silenced Romeo with a glance. “When NYPD SWAT raided the underground headquarters, a large portion of the records had been destroyed. What they managed to retrieve resulted in a number of high-ranking officials across the country being arrested. However, we have no idea how many people walked away. The group had factions in a number of major cities. Assassins, each one with their own talent for killing and their own axe