My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

The traveler entered the private room and sat across from the group of men, asking in a hushed tone, “I brought the money. Where’s the merchandise?”

“We brought the merchandise too, but…”

“But what?”

The men exchanged glances, and one of them pulled a backpack from behind, unzipping it and pushing its contents toward the traveler.

The traveler glanced at the backpack’s contents and promptly opened his briefcase. As the lid lifted, neatly arranged bills came into view.

The bills delighted the men, making them unable to contain their joy.

“This is our first collaboration, and we’re all very cautious. Please understand.”

The traveler didn’t bother listening to their nonsense. He immediately started inspecting the goods. Squinting, he began to appreciate the quality of the merchandise. He felt that the wait had been worthwhile.

Suddenly, Logan kicked the door open, holding up his badge, and sternly declared, “Don’t move!”

“Crap!”

Logan’s badge shattered their

assisted by Esther, who worked seamlessly with him despite being his temporary partner. In the blink

cuffing them together. Esther leveraged her knowledge of pressure points and bones and efficiently immobilized the other men by their

approve. After making a phone call, he and Esther

now no different from incapacitated individuals. Esther even worried they might attempt suicide, so

–

an hour, police cars roared

him, and they escorted the men

could follow Logan. She looked at

“Let’s go together.”

Esther responded excitedly. “Okay.”

of them got

expression softened, seeing the

him noticed and teased, “Logan,

up!” Logan coldly glanced at his colleague, warning, “Put away those