He sat up as Tony reached the top step. “In my defense, I hated that job,” he said before Tony started yelling. Then he noticed Red at his back. What was he still doing here? He’d delivered Kit home.
“Is that what you’re starting with?” Tony didn’t look impressed. “Walking out on your job? The one you made a huge fuss about.”
Kit thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, I’ll start there.”
“You’re fired. Your boss called here when he couldn’t get hold of you.”
Kit had turned off his phone when he walked out. His usual move when he wanted to run.
“I expected that. I’ll be looking for another job in the morning.”
“I had to send CDR to find you because you didn’t come home and you switched off your phone—again.”
“You know me.”
Tony folded his arms across his chest, hiding the faded Hog on his hoodie. “Yeah, I do, and I’m done with it, Kit.”
“I got fired from my job. It’s not the end of the world.”
Tony stalked over to him. Kit sat up straighter, tense now. His brother had thumped him before when he lost his temper, usually when they were on their own.
“Do you have any idea what went down this evening?” Tony demanded.
“I got fired and some dude went loco with a gun in the club.” Kit shrugged. “Just a normal evening downtown.”
“That guy could have been after you,” Tony snapped.
Kit blinked. “Me? What for?”
He watched as Tony looked over his shoulder at Red who shrugged.
“Hey.” Kit snapped his fingers. “I’m over here. Why could that guy be after me?”
“There have been threats aimed at you.”
“Me? Why?” Kit was bemused.
“Someone’s trying to send a message to me. There was a deal….”
What was the pause for? What was Tony leaving out?
“That guy was after me?” Kit said, trying to hide the shiver of fear that passed through him. He wasn’t going to show vulnerability in front of Tony and Red. “He’s dead now so what’s the problem?”
Red shook his head. “No. That guy was a jilted boyfriend. Someone dumped him, and he took exception. He was looking for the ex. This was their favorite club.”
“Wait, you killed a jilted ex?”
“He was stupid enough to threaten the people waiting in line outside. Mo dealt with it.” Red didn’t sound much like he cared. “Dominic will smooth it over.”
Kit had no idea who any of these people were and didn’t much care either. It sounded like a thriller and not one Kit wanted to read. He was more of a reality TV consumer.
“But he could have been after you,” Tony said.
“How did you know where I was?”
“I followed you from work,” Red said. “My brief was to stay back this evening.”
“You followed me?” Kit stared at him. “I didn’t see you.”
