20 Chapter 20

“If you don’t mind,” Jax said, “I’ll leave by the back door. I’m parked at the end of the alley.”

Fairchild let him out and Jax heard the locks snick shut. He didn’t move until he’d thoroughly checked the alley in both directions and saw no one, not even the ubiquitous homeless persons. Which didn’t mean a damned thing and he knew it. Keeping his hand at the back of his waist so he could draw his gun quickly if he had to, he went to the far end of the alley, away from where he’d left the rental car. He had no intention of returning to it—or returning it, as far as that went.