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rug, fireplace. Why didn’t Harris just pitch a tent and
camp out permanently? “You fixed the place up a bit.”
    Seth’s lip curled. “Are you trying to piss
me off?”
    “No. I just need this favor really bad.”
    “Grovel then, so I can say no and you can
leave.”
    “Not ’til you promise to listen.”
    Folding his arms, he said, “I’m listening.”
    Will knew that tone. “You’re not really
listening. You’re pretending to listen so you won’t have to hear what I’m going
to say.”
    “Will listening get you out of my house
sooner?”
    “Yep.”
    “Fine. Shoot.”
    “Juarez.”
    Will stumbled backward when Seth’s knuckles
connected with his jaw. Christ, the man still had a fist of steel. And that
temper of his hadn’t mellowed much over the years either.
    Seth’s I-don’t-give-a-fuck expression
didn’t change, but his voice lowered dangerously. “You want to walk out the
door or crawl?”
    “Not the old man,” Will continued, gingerly
testing his jaw. He was determined to get through this even if he suffered
broken bones in the process. Which, considering who he was talking to, was a
real possibility. “The son.”
    “Naturally. The old man is roasting in hell,
where I sent him.”
    “Well I’m trying to do the same to his son,
legally.”
    “I don’t give a shit.”
    Thankfully his jaw wasn’t broken. Yet. “You
don’t have to give a shit. Just keep a package for me and deliver it on time.
Intact. Juarez moved his operation to the States. We can take him down this
time, but my package has to arrive alive.”
    “I’m retired. Get somebody else.”
    “There isn’t anybody else.” And Seth damn
well knew it or else he wouldn’t be here, getting his face smashed in. “Hell,
you need an exciting summer vacation. You’re practically a hermit now.”
    “I like it that way.”
    Will resigned himself to the fact pain was
going to be involved. “I can’t impress upon you how important this is.”
    Seth continued to stare at him stonily. “Put
your package in Witness Protection.”
    Will shook his head. “You see, I told you,
you weren’t really listening. Where the fuck do you think she was? Juarez finds
her. This time he bombed the house and I almost lost her.”
    “Then you’d better fix your leak,” came the
offhand advice.
    “No time. I’ll put that on my shit-to-do
list as soon as soon as she’s safe. You know what he’ll do to her if he gets
his hands on her.” Another one of Seth’s lightning strikes connected with his
chin, sending him into the wall beside the door. Fuck .
    “I know exactly what he’ll do to her,”
Harris grated out. “You should have thought about that before you convinced her
to testify.”
    “She came to us,” Will said through the
haze of pain, weaving for a few moments ’til the stars cleared.
    “How long are you going to stand there and let
me use you for a punching bag?”
    “Until you agree to take her.” Please
Jesus, let it be soon. He really was out of shape.
    “No. Call Joan or Gabe or Francis. Maybe
one of them needs the aggravation. I don’t.”
    “I don’t know where they are.”
    Seth snorted, not in the least bit sorry about
the bruising that was surely forming along his jawline. “You’re the DEA. Find
them.”
    “I don’t have that kind of time Goddammit!
Besides, they’re basically a bunch of lunatics. They’re no good unless you’re
there to watch over them.” And that was on a good day.
    “The unit is no longer in service, Will.”
Seth left him standing in the living room, still testing his face for
structural damage, and headed to the kitchen.
    Will followed. What choice did he have? He
was already waist-deep, what was another few inches? “There’s no money in it
for anyone. It would be pro bono.”
    “Jesus, I hate crippling people this early
in the morning.” Seth poured himself a cup of coffee, not bothering to offer
one to his guest. “Walk out of here, Skaggs, while you still