“Let it go,” G said, adding a little bark to his bite.
When I said “Stand down, G,” Jay made a production out of reading the card aloud, annunciating every syllable carefully.
“Timothy Jones. Not a G in sight.”
“Sheppard,” I growled.
My warning meant less than nothing to Jay.
“Winchester.”
His meant as much to me.
“Mary said we can use the break room,” John called from the counter.
“Can we talk to Nina?”
“Not until I get answers.”
“Who put him in charge?” Gibson whispered as we followed John.
“Your idiot friend did when he showed up the other day,” Jay answered.
Gibson and I shared a look.What the fuck is he talking about?
Chapter 15
Nina
The tall, heavily muscled, black guy standing in front of the counter looked nothing like the shorter, thin, pale Ralph, and yet he reminded me of him.
Maybe it was the too friendly smile. Maybe it was the insurance story. Maybe it was the aura hanging around him that screamed, I’m lying.
Whatever it was, Beth knew the score, and as soon as she read his business card, she ushered me to Mary’s office. After Beth told Mary what happened, she called John.
Shamelessly, I listened to her side of the conversation.
“John, there’s another insurance guy here to see Nina.”
Pause.
“She’s here with me in my office. Beth’s at the counter.”
Pause.
“No, I don’t recognize him.”
Pause.
“Okay, we’ll wait here.”
Mary pulled up the video feeds and turned the monitors so I could see them.
“John and Jay will be here in a few minutes.” She chuckled. “They must have a sixth sense because they were already on their way.”
I couldn’t laugh with her.
“Mary, I’m sorry this is happening,” I apologized, despite not knowing exactly what was happening or why it was happening.
