Page 276 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

Elliot’s jaw tightened. Ronan stepped directly in front of him.

“No mask.”

Elliot’s eyes flickered.

“No knives.”

Silence.

“No fucking vigilante shit.”

Elliot stared. Then:

“Fine.”

Ronan almost laughed.

“That sounded incredibly believable.”

“I said fine.”

“Give me your keys.”

“What?”

“Keys.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you.”

Elliot’s expression changed. Not anger. Something almost like pride. Wrong reaction.

“Keys.”

Elliot reached into his pocket. Dropped them into Ronan’s palm.

“Phone.”

“You’re pushing it.”

“Phone.”

Elliot handed it over. Ronan put both on the dresser.

“Sit.”

Elliot stared.

“Excuse me?”

“Sit down.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

Elliot almost smiled. Then sat. Ronan called the station. Before anyone answered, his phone vibrated again. Unknown sender. He opened it. One sentence. Good boys don’t bite, Ronan. His entire body went still. Elliot saw his face.