Ethan and a team he’d put together were going to stay in a van with cameras.
One set of cameras surveyed the area, others were connected with the communicators Wes and I carried so they could see where we were going.
We’d climbed down the sewer entrance about twenty minutes ago and followed the dank, dark pungent path with our headlights. Daytime might have been better to venture down here, out of the question though for many reasons.
This was my night off. When I did a whole day like I had, Giovanni gave me the night off. Of course I hadn’t been chosen like the others to watch Jia at her house since the last time he caught me in bed with her.
Prick… I really hoped he got what was coming to him. I really did.
The man was a mystery and a disaster.
One I never wanted to cross paths with again.
Wes tapped the side of his head, signaling to switch off the microphones.
I did.
Ethan would be able to see where we were going but not hear us. Because of the screwed signaling problems we usually had he’d most likely think there was some difficulty with that.
“You’re quiet. What’s up with you?” Wes asked, curiosity banked his eyes.
“Everything.”
“Anything more happen today?”
To answer that question I’d have to tell him I’d been more reckless today. Not only had I had sex with Jia again, but I’d nearly gotten caught balls deep in her by her father.Again.
I didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if he’d opened that closet door and caught me.
I would have been dead, dead, dead.
I wouldn’t have even gotten the chance to pull my gun to defend myself.
“Nothing happened.” Best to say that.
Wes knew it for a lie however. “Nothing at all? Really. You haven’t said two words since we met up.”
I had a good idea on how I could change the subject. “And, you haven’t talked about your lady friend at all. You guys looked cozy, like you knew each other.”
That got him.
“Nice, smooth way to change the focus on you. Her name’s Paige. I haven’t seen her in years, not since that time we went to San Francisco.”
San Francisco was two years ago. It had been one of our leads on Balthazar that led nowhere.
I was glad though that Wes had found someone.
“Maybe you’ll see more of her after this,” I filled in.
“I want to, it’s not good to live the way we do sometimes. I love the adventure, the thrill of the shit we get up to but it’s a nomads way. Comes a time when you want some place to call home and a woman to call yours.” He chuckled.
I’d never heard him talk like that before, not in all the time I’d known him.
“Why haven’t you mentioned her before?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m always mindful of what you had with Claire. I see the way you look sometimes whenever someone hints at what happened or you might have to mention her. She was your serious. Paige became mine over the years.”
While it was nice to hear she was his serious, I felt bad that he had someone like her and thought he couldn’t talk to me because of what happened to Claire.
