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“She hung up the phone!” Brax hit his fist against the passenger door of Gideon’s Ford 450. “What the fuck?”
Mateo chuckled from the backseat. “Call her back.”
“She better answer,” Brax said as he dialed.
She picked up immediately. “Now what do you want to tell me? Have you bought stock in bubble wrap?”
“This is serious, Jenny.”
“I’ve got the gun. I called the police, they’re on their way. We’re good. In less than five minutes I’m going to be hugging Tina. Now mellow.”
Brax blew out a deep breath and smiled. Good. This wasn’t going to go like all the other clusterfucks that had gone on with every other woman of Omega Sky.
“I’m going to be doing more than just hugging you in an hour and twenty minutes,” he crooned.
“I can’t decide if I’ll agree to that. On one hand, you’ve been a domineering jackass, on the other hand, you sure do care about me.”
“Don’t hang up until you get back to Gideon’s, okay? No matter what, you don’t hang up, and you don’t let go of this phone. I want to hear everything. Do you understand me?”
“Aye-aye.”
He heard Jenny talking to Jada. “Is Gideon like this?”
“They all are,” Jada answered her back.
“She didn’t happen to say which corner, did she?” Jada asked in a louder voice.
“No,” Jenny answered. “Just on Village Road.”
“Shit. We’re going to have to drive just a little bit. Holler if you see her.”
“Why are all the cars in these parking lots either white or gray?” Jenny asked.
Brax felt like ants were crawling in his ears.
Where were the police?
“How many cars do you see?” Gideon asked.
“About six or seven in each parking lot,” Jada answered. “Haven’t seen any people yet. Not every parking lot has lights.”
“Hey, I think I see the car,” Jenny said. “Across the street.”
Where are the police, for fuck’s sake?
“Jenny, wait for the police,” Brax shouted.
“We’re fine, Brax. No bogeymen in sight. I’ve got to go to her. She’s scared to death. Jada, here’s the gun. I’ve got my phone. I’ll go knock on the window,” Jenny said. “She knows me, two of us showing up will scare her with the state she was in.”
Then Brax heard Jenny get out of the Range Rover.
Jenny wished she was wearing something warmer than a suit jacket, skirt, and shoes more comfortable than high heels. She put her hands in her jacket pockets to warm them and continued walking the short distance over to the Toyota, smiling in anticipation. When she didn’t see Tina’s head in the driver’s window she slowed down.
“Tina?” she called out.
