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!”

dreaming of making a fortune, but Logan’s badge shattered their

skilled, and he was assisted by Esther, who worked seamlessly with him despite being his

and restrained the two men responsible for the transaction, cuffing them together. Esther leveraged her knowledge

tacitly approve.

were now no different from incapacitated individuals. Esther even worried they might attempt suicide, so she dislocated their jaws to prevent them from

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half an hour, police cars roared

colleague greeted him, and they escorted the men out of the

wasn’t sure if she could follow Logan. She looked at him, almost as

“Let’s go together.”

Esther responded excitedly. “Okay.”

two of them got into the

the unmistakable joy on

noticed and teased, “Logan, your partner

his colleague, warning, “Put away those