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“Why are you doing this?” I inquired.
Clarice’s gaze locked to mine. “Because that tight end should be facing ten years, his buddies with him. What they did to her after was just as bad as what they didtoher. And Paul Nicholson had rented a house in Montana. Two more days and Elsie Fay would have been gone.”
Holy Moses.
I didn’t know that.
Goosebumps popped out all over my skin.
“And women are going missing,” she finished.
They totally were.
Something started stealing up my spine.
“You’re not just a server, Garrett,” she said quietly to me. “You’ve got natural instinct and history that drives you to right wrongs. Use both.”
So, she knew about me.
Not a surprise.
“You do know this is completely crazy,” I remarked.
She sat back in her white leather executive chair. “I laid out the deal. It’s up to you to take it, or otherwise.”
“We’re not detectives, and I know you know that,” I reminded her. “But I’ve gathered a bunch of info already, and I have no idea what to do with it.”
“That’s where the reporting-to-me part comes in,” she replied. “It’s not up to you to do something with it.” She looked between the two of us. “I laid it out. The choice is yours. I’ll know you’re in if you take those cars or we get a text for something you require. This isn’t about pressure. This is about getting the job done. If it isn’t your thing”—she shrugged—“then have a good life.”
That was her,I’m done, you can go now.
Luna read it too, which was why she popped out of her chair, clutching the envelopes.
“Thanks for the chat,” she said.
“My pleasure,” Clarice replied.
“If we get headquarters,” Luna went on, “are we gonna get to sit in a line of plush chairs in front of a desk you’re behind and talk to ‘we’ on a speaker?”
Clarice cracked her first smile. “We’ll see.”
Luna grabbed hold of my hand.
“But—” I started, though said no more because my crazy bestie tugged me out of the chair and toward the door.
“Later,” she called to Clarice, and we were out.
I waited until after Luna got her parking ticket validated by the receptionist, and we were in the elevator before I turned to her and inquired, “Have you lost your mind?”
“We’re gonna go look at those cars. Then we’re gonna go talk to Divinity. Tonight,” was her reply.
“You have. You’ve lost your mind.”
“What will it hurt?”
Honestly?
I didn’t have a response to that.
