But I also didn’t want to delay this any longer, whatever it turned out to be.
We had to figure ourselves out.
I had to talk the Angels down from getting involved in Knox’s family business.
And I had to continue my work at forming a relationship with my sister.
I’d been delaying all of it (the thing with Dream for nigh on thirty years), and none of it could be delayed any longer.
Thus, Raye and I were at the lockers getting ready to leave, when, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw her pull out her phone and engage it because she received a text.
“Luna,” she called.
I turned fully to her.
“We have a visitor in the parking lot.” Her eyes were big so I knew to brace. “Dimitri.”
At this news, my eyes got big too.
There were cameras on the parking lot at SC (and inside SC, not so incidentally), and they weren’t only Tito’s. The Nightingale boys had tapped into them, and I knew without asking she’d just got a text from whichever Nightingale boy was staffing the control room that day.
I’d mentioned those kidnappings and car chases of the Rock Chicks?
Yeah.
The men weren’t taking any chances with the next gen.
After our first and only run-in with Dimitri Alexeyev, we’d asked Arthur to give us the scoop on him.
We’d learned he wasn’t the head honcho of the Russian mob; his uncle was. But he was the face.
And he nor his outfit were something to mess with (we already knew that).
Fortunately, it seemed he kinda liked us.
Because we’d met him, we already knew he was six foot two inches of lean, blond, classically handsome gorgeousness.
If he wasn’t a high-level criminal who had more than likely done some very bad things, and he wasn’t so terrifying, and I wasn’t in love with Knox—straight up, I’d go there.
“Is there a warning we shouldn’t go out?” I asked.
“No,” she answered. “Just the intel he’s there.”
“And Tex isn’t in this room, barring the door or throwing grenades through it,” I observed.
The grenade thing wasn’t a joke. Tex had a bag of them. I’d seen them at his and Nancy’s house.
Fortunately (so far), Angel business hadn’t required him to put any to use.
“No, he isn’t,” Raye confirmed.
“So we can take that as, whatever this is, they don’t think it’s a threat,” I surmised. “But they’re giving us a heads-up.”
“I think we can take it as that, yes,” she agreed.
“What level of freaked should we be that he knows where we work?” I asked.
I stated the question, but we both answered at the same time, “Eleven.”
