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He knew he didn’t have much time but wanted to be out of earshot when discussing the errand he’d sent Clay on.
“Thanks for getting back to me so quickly.”
“Sure.”
“What did you find out?”
“Well, you really picked a winner.” His sarcastic tone of voice made Gabriel highly doubt that statement. Clay told him concisely and in chronological order every detail of his requested data.
“Interesting. Can I get a hard copy?”
“I already faxed it to the number you gave me. But please don’t flash the information around. And most importantly, you never heard of me if you get caught in possession of it.”
Gabriel closed his eyes and hoped that Suzanna didn’t find the material by accident. That would be just his luck.
“Right. No problem. Thanks, Clay. I owe you one.”
“Good. When I get the urge for another private shootout in your Old West Town, you can return the favor by talking Kendall into it for me.”
“Good enough.”
He’d barely hung up when his phone buzzed in his hand. “Hello.”
“It’s Dylan. Get over here pronto.”
Luckily his car was still running. He jammed the gearshift into drive and made it to his shop in record time.
In no particular order, he took in the whole scene of people and the varying attitudes at Enclave Auto. He saw Suzanna, Nathan, Cindy, and Dylan all with varying expressions of anger, disgust, worry, and dread.
Suzanna was inside the office with Nathan. Her arms were crossed. She looked seriously determined. Nathan was leaning into her as if trying to dissuade her from doing something appalling. Cindy stood outside the office and had righteous indignation written all over her posture. She stared daggers through the front window at Suzanna every five to ten seconds across the span of several feet of parking lot.
Dylan exited the office just as Gabriel put his vehicle in park, and looked like a man wishing for the simpler things in life.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Gabriel asked as he slid from his car. Dylan was the closest to him and took several steps in his direction.
“Really glad you’re here, Gabriel.” His relief was short lived when one of his mechanics drove Suzanna’s car out of the bay and brought it to the front of the office.
“Crap. I should have told Mike to keep the car inside. Nathan doesn’t want her to leave.”
“She’s leaving?”
Dylan nodded. “That’s what she said.”
“Why?”
“We found an active GPS tracker on her car that she didn’t know about.”
“Fuck. Someone’s tracking her?”
“Looks that way. Also, during the break-in we had, it looks like someone put something inside her car to upset her. And it really disturbed her.” The special emphasis in his tone put Gabriel further on edge. Dylan wasn’t prone to theatrics.
“What was left in there?” He pictured a severed horse’s head or some other gruesome, blood-spattered body part callously left behind to frighten her. His anger level increased, making the acid in his stomach roil.
“Um…actually…it was a whole bunch of those pine air fresheners shoved in her glove box. But she freaked out when she opened it up and saw them. I mean, it truly scared her, Gabriel.” Dylan’s sympathetic tone also held an underlying sense of anger on her behalf. “Whoever did this to her should answer for it. And for the record, I’d be delighted to help if you need me in that endeavor when you find the son of a bitch.”
“Thanks.”
They’d been walking and talking. Gabriel watched as Nathan followed Suzanna to the car. He was shaking his head, but she turned her back, opened the car door, and slid behind the wheel.
Before she even started the car, she slapped her hand over her mouth, and exited. Falling to her hands and knees next to the open door, she doubled over in the parking lot as if in extreme pain. Nathan immediately squatted next to her and put his hand on her back.
“What the fuck is going on?” Gabriel asked and headed in Nathan’s direction. Dylan followed along.
By the time he got within earshot, he heard the wrenching sound of her crying. She started shaking as if the end of days had come early, seeking personal retribution all the way to her very soul.
