Page 141 of Bone’s Choice

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said.

“And?”

Another pause. Then, “I’ll meet you.”

I sat back. “When?”

“Tuesday.”

“Where?”

“Not at my house.”

“I didn’t ask to come to your house,” I drawled.

“And not your clubhouse.”

“No shit.” I got the hint that he wasn’t interested in becoming a prospect for the Prowlers.

“I mean it.”

“I heard you.”

“I don’t want anybody seeing me with you.”

That was going to be a little fucking difficult. I wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

“Then pick a place.”

He went quiet.

I heard movement on his end. Maybe a door closing. Then his voice dropped. “There’s a truck stop off Highway 10, west of Waupaca.”

I knew it. “Parking lot?”

“No. There’s an access road behind it. Runs back toward an old storage building. Nobody uses it anymore.”

“You sure?”

“I drive past it every day.”

“What time?”

“Nine.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Alone.”

I almost laughed. “No.”

“Bone.”

“You watched a man get murdered, kept your mouth shut for almost two weeks, and now you’re scared enough that you’ve been calling me from a number I assume isn’t your regular phone.”

Nothing.

“That about right?”