She knew about this, whatever it was.
And I knew what it was.
They were surveilling Knox’s family.
And they didn’t tell me.
“What’s going on?” I snapped.
She turned to me. “We’re giving you space to deal with the Knox thing.”
My voice was getting louder. “They’re getting close to those crazies?”
“Luna, we’re just getting the lay of the land,” Raye said in a calm down! voice.
But I was so far from calm, it wasn’t funny.
“Without me weighing in on this mission? Me, who knows more about it than all of you, maybe even all of the Nightingale guys, and by that I mean what it means to Knox?” I demanded.
“I see you two need to have a discussion,” Dimitri cut in. “And I’ll give you something to think on as you do. I’m glad we’re allies. It would weigh on my conscious to have to make a statement with any of you. I sense you don’t want that either, therefore, God willing, we’ll stay allies. That crew,”—he gestured to the photo in Raye’s hand, but he meant Rocco, Gypsy, et al.—“you must treat the same.”
His eyes fell on me and he kept going.
“Your man, this is his. You must let him handle it how he sees fit. You cannot get involved.”
I had a lot to say to this, starting with the fact Knox wasn’t my man, but Dimitri kept talking.
“If he wishes to pull in his comrades, that’s his choice. You continue to do what you’ve been doing. Helping him heal and providing love and support on the homefront.”
I took a lot from this too.
One, they were watching us.
Two, it appeared Dimitri wasn’t only old school, he was a throwback.
I mean, love and support on the homefront?
Blech.
“It works for you,” he went on in a serious voice that made me, already serious about what was happening, all the more serious. “How this seems like a lark for you. Eight women bumbling around Phoenix, righting wrongs. It’s a good cover, when those who are paying close attention not only understand your commitment and how you make no moves unless they’re considered, but also you get results.”
Okay, that felt nice, even if it was a compliment on our vigilante investigation style from a mobster.
“But, and do not take this as an insult, this is above your skill level. Do not engage in this. Wait. Watch. Learn. Am I being clear?”
Raye and I both nodded because for sure he was being clear.
He turned to me. “Gypsy has been in touch. She wants news of her brother.”
Gypsy had been in touch with Dimitri, who she knew could get in touch with me.
I’d think on that later.
For now…
Uh…
Was she high?
