“They’ve got something.”
“What?”
“I don’t know what it is. It’s being processed now. They’re requesting approval for surveillance. And getting a warrant for more intrusive surveillance.”
“Why?”
“They found something linking you to Darren’s murder.”
“What?”
“I don’t know yet. I came here as soon as I found out to give you a heads-up. They’re going to tail you, wiretapping, whatever else they want.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. They submitted the request as I was leaving. It’sprobably getting approved now.”
“They’re gonna see you leave?” he asks me.
“Maybe.” I pause. “I rode the bike over. None of them know I have it, so they won’t recognize me when I do.”
“I’ll give you a ride out.”
I just send him a questioning look.
He nods. “We’ll take the van.” He pauses, looking at the prospect still in the doorway. “Roll his bike into the van.”
Sitting in the van, he’s looking forward, as I have the hat pulled low on my head.
“Don’t worry, they can’t see inside.” He nods as we pull out onto the road from the compound, and the undercover car sits on the side of the road.
“I don’t give a shit.” I mumble under my breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Shaking my head, I wonder how my life would have turned out if I hadn’t agreed to this shit.
“You okay?” he asks, and the sincerity in his voice takes me by surprise.
“Huh?” Looking over then sighing. “Honestly, no, not even fucking close.”
“You gonna get fired for this?”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “Maybe more than that. Who cares?”
I can feel the vibe in the van shift. He’s uncomfortable and doesn’t know what to say.
Pulling into the bay at Pistons, he nods towards the hallway where the office and basement sit. Following him down into the basement. We don’t stop in the main room, but walk back into the storage area.
It’s astorage area, but we always knew that it was where people werehandled. I mean, why else would they need a drain in the floor?. I know it’s where they brought the guy who drugged Drew.
“Why do I feel like you’re about to do something stupid?”
“Because maybe I am.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Maybe my life’s just been a series of stupid fucking decisions.”
“Ya know what I don’t quite get?” he asks me, turning and stepping towards the wall. The look on his face telling me he’s just now realizing something.
“What?”
