Chapter 12

Someone rang the bell and Asher went to check the security camera monitor and recognized the man standing on the front porch. It was James.

“What’s the word?” Asher asked, after letting the other man into the house.

James, a tall, dark man with steely gray eyes and a scar that ran down his neck, shrugged. “Paul is doing fine,” he replied. “They got the damn bullet out. Doctor says he is good. But he lost some blood.”

“Any damage?” Asher asked.

James shrugged. “I didn’t want to hear anything bad so I didn’t ask. I’m sure it’s fine though. If there were any problems, they would have told me.”

Asher nodded. He understood. He wouldn’t have asked either if he had been in James’s shoes. “Are you okay taking care of the other job?” he asked.

“Sure thing,” James replied. “We got teams there already. And if the uncle gets any closer to the kid, I will take him down.”

Asher nodded. “Remember, if you have to take him out, make sure you are on the corre