Page 67 of Balls to the Walls


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“You knew this was here?”

She shot me an evil look that had me rethinking my trust in beautiful women. “For years. Why do you think everyone’s still looking for the treasure?”

“But they’re all looking north.” It didn’t make any sense. She led me here. “If you knew it was here, why didn’t you stop me from coming out here?”

“Every once in a while, we need a good story about someone drowning in the caverns. It’s what keeps the tourists from venturing this way.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You brought me out here to kill me?”

“You men are all the same. You see a blonde with tits and ass, and you just can’t help yourselves.”

“But I wasn’t even here looking for the treasure!” I lied.

“Do you really think that’s what the police will find?” she asked, cocking her head at me.

“Yes, because I’m not going to die in here.”

She tsked as she looked at me with pity in her eyes. Fake pity. That’s what this was. If she really pitied me, she wouldn’t be holding a gun on me.

“You know, I thought we had something.”

“We could have, but I guess now we’ll never know.”

This was not the way this was supposed to go. If I was dead, I would never get back to OPS. Fortunately for me, she didn’t know that I was impossible to kill. Sometimes, luck just wasn’t on your side.

“If you’re going to shoot me, you’ll have to catch me first.”

I hoisted myself up out of the water and grabbed her leg, jerking as I fell back into the water. She screamed as she fell, the gun firing just as she pointed it in my direction.

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SLIDER

“And?”

“And what?” he asked as he followed me into the barber shop.

I walked over to my usual chair, nodding at Tom who always cut my hair. FNG sat in the seat beside me, fixated on his reflection as he pushed his hair to the side.

“Are you going to finish the story?”

“Do you think I need a new style?” he asked, completely ignoring my question.

His hair had grown out a lot over the past year. Instead of the short military cut he usually sported, it was shaggy and hanging in all the wrong places, almost as if he had tried to cut it himself.

“If you don’t want to look like a wannabe rocker,” I retorted.

“Hey, asshole,” Tom greeted me with a grin on his face. “Fucked anything up lately?”

I shrugged. “Blew up a set Zoe was working on.”

“Really? Was that the explosion we all heard a few weeks back?”

I narrowed my eyes in the mirror. “Not a word.”

He chuckled as he swung the apron around my lap and snapped it behind my neck. “Like anyone believes a thing you say.”

“They should. It could be true.”

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