Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(4)

So far, our jobs had been small fry crap like protecting weddings from jilted ex-lovers and playing referee during volatile divorce hearings. I'd gone from being a contractor known to hunt dangerous people all over the globe to the guy playing usher at a rich bitch's gaudy wedding.

Into the world of retired assassins and gangbanger guard dogs walks a man with a weak bladder. Vernon Young is a twitchy turd with a big bank account to make up for his tiny balls. He flinches when our receptionist Tia offers him coffee. He shrinks away from Minka when she gestures for him to follow her into a back office. I'll give him the last one since Minka is pretty terrifying before noon.

"How did that guy marry a swimsuit model?" Saskia asks from beside me.

Standing outside the windowed room where Vernon waits, I glance down at the red-headed Ukrainian killer at my side.

"She probably isn't as shallow as you," I mutter.

Saskia smiles brightly. "Have you seen pictures of his wife? She didn't marry for love, let's just admit that much."

I have seen photos of the Birmingham/Young family. Darla Birmingham's escape from a rich pervert was all over the news for weeks. The entire story died down after one of the Kardashians did something very Kardashian.

Now Darla Birmingham is again the first story on the evening news. That morning, I saw a reporter interviewing the family of the dead, retired cop. Through the entire interview, they flash photos of Darla Birmingham. Hot blondes sell everything from hamburgers to cars, so why not the network news?

"Got the info," Rafael says, walking past Saskia and me before entering the room where Vernon fidgets.

Rafael is a racially mixed man the size of a Mack truck. He owns any room he enters, but I've also seen him disappear into a crowd when the need suited him. The guy was a master assassin. Now he's making nice with fidgety nerds like Vernon.

We follow Rafael inside where he does the introductions. Once the formalities are over, we stand at the wall while he tries to settle down Vernon.

"The cops aren't sharing," Rafael says, "but we received confirmation on the identity of the man who entered your home last night. Zivkovic is a Serbian shooter. A freelancer too, meaning it'll be nearly impossible to tie him back to Locke."

"So there's nothing to be done?" Vernon asks, checking his phone before realizing he shouldn't check his phone with so many eyes on him.

"Mister Young, if you retain our services, I assure you we have several avenues to follow. Clearly, we'll provide onsite security for your sister-in-law and family. Additionally, we'll follow any leads not only from the Serbian shooter but those discovered by the police."

"The man who died was a police officer at my house. They still killed him."

"Laws don't mean much to the people you're dealing with, Mister Young. This creates a problem for law enforcement that needs to follow the rules. We aren't hampered in the same way."

Suddenly Rafael's words seep into his understanding, and Vernon reveals a man capable of attaining wealth. I see his expression sharpen, and he nearly smiles at what Rafael is saying.

"I want this Locke dealt with. I refuse to fear for my family forever. Darla told the police everything she knows, and they can't find him. They couldn't get anywhere with the media pressure on them. What will they do now when one of their own is murdered?"

I step closer and answer his question. "They'll blame Darla. Or your family. Claim you are withholding information. The media is already hinting that the entire attack on your house was a setup."

Rafael nods. "The media and police don't care about you. We can't even be certain Locke's money hasn't tainted law enforcement. You can't rely on civilized solutions when faced with an uncivilized opponent."

"You'll kill him?" Vernon asks.

Rafael shifts awkwardly and glances at Manny. We're all uncomfortable announcing such things, even in a building swept for surveillance.

"We will handle whatever issues might arise in the course of our employment," Rafael says.

Vernon nods. "You're hired then."

"Where is your family currently?"

"At a hotel. Just in case, I moved Darla to a separate hotel."

I lift my brow at this information, yet say nothing. Vernon senses our judgment, though.

"I have to protect my wife and children."

"When will you return home?" Rafael asks, ignoring Vernon's defensiveness.

"We're having repairs done as soon as the police clear the house as a crime scene. I was thinking of having Darla move into an apartment complex my friend recently finished. The penthouse apartments have solid security features."

Rafael stands up. "Give the information to Minka so that she can prep for Darla's move to the secure location. We will also provide security for your wife and children first at the hotel then at your home. Excuse me while I organize our efforts."

Vernon glances at Minka, who puts on her nicest smile. I grin slightly, knowing she's full of shit.

Following Rafael, I step into a side office. Saskia enters and shuts the door.

"What are we thinking?" she asks. No demands. The tiny ones always have the biggest barks. In Saskia's case, she has a nasty bite too.

"Vernon and his wife and kids aren't the primary targets," Rafael says, tapping the file. His dark eyes look us over as he continues, "We won't treat them as the primary objectives. We put our time into protecting Darla while simultaneously tracking down this Locke freak. Once we eliminate him, the threat is over, and our job is done."