Chapter 12

"You think it means that Dean's involved? I'm not buying it. Not yet."

"Be sensible. Someone had to know where to send that guy after you."

Gus gripped the cell even harder, forcing some semblance of calm. He glanced over to Anya, curled up on the bed in the cheap-ass motel room, hugging her knees, eyes wide, face as pale as the sheets on the bed. For her sake he had to keep it together. She was already frightened enough. He'd promised to keep her safe and damn it, that's what he was going to do.

"You'd better send a cleanup crew to the house," he said now.

"Already taken care of," Jimmy told him. "I'm not saying a word about it to anyone here, either. Not until we know for sure what's going on."

"Branson obviously has a much larger organization than we figured, and has a lot of people in his pocket."

Jimmy snorted. "No shit. There's a lot of money there. Gus. Money changes people. Makes them greedy. Makes them forget what they should and shouldn't be doing."

"You got that right