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Goddammit.His hands were shaking so badly that he could barely hold his cell.
Carlos took the phone from his hands. “Name?”
Xavier cleared his throat, but his voice still came out raw. “Lott. Paul Lott.”
“There’s a ‘PL.’ No names.”
“That’s him.” Xavier looked at his cell screen, then punched the man’s number into Manny’s burner phone.
“Hello?” a man answered.
Xavier stuttered, shocked that the man would answer this late. “Mr. Lott? This is Xavier Morrow. I’m—I mean, I was—friends with Rocky Hebert.”
A long silence. Then a sigh. “What happened?” he asked, not unkindly.
“Um, I need to reach Gabriel Hebert.” There was silence on the other end. “You know,” he added nervously. “Rocky’s son?”
“What happened, Xavier?” he asked again.
Xavier frowned. It was like he hadn’t even asked for Rocky’s son. But this was Rocky’s lawyer. Rocky had trusted him. So Xavier came clean. “A man broke into my house tonight. Tried to... I don’t know what he wanted to do, but he’d been watching me all day.”
Lott sighed again. “Where are you?”
“Still in Houston. My friend was with me. We ran. We have a ride.”
“Someone you trust?”
Carlos was staring at him, wide-eyed. The same expression his best friend had worn for the better part of an hour now. Slowly Carlos nodded, clearly having heard what Lott had asked.
“Yes,” Xavier said.
“Hang tight. I’ll come and get you.”
Xavier’s mouth fell open. He hadn’t been expecting that. “Y-y-you don’t have to do that.”
“Oh, I think I do. Text me the address, but not to this number. I have another phone I use for private matters. Can you remember it?”
“Yes.” Memory was a skill he worked on, especially because he was going to have to memorize all the bones in the human body for anatomy class.
If he still had a future after this.
God, please don’t let that guy have been a cop. Please.
Killing a normal... whatever that guy had been, that would be bad enough. Killing a cop? That would ruin his life. And Carlos’s.
Not gonna let that happen.
“Ready.” He committed the new number that Lott gave him to memory. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. If you need to run again, I’ll have both phones with me. Call me, whatever time of night or day. Got it?”
“Yes, sir. Okay. Thank you.” He ended the call and punched Lott’s private number into Manny’s phone, preparing for a text. “Manny, can you give me your address?”
Manny was frowning. “Who was that guy?”
Carlos cursed under his breath. “What about no questions? You promised, mano.”
“You two were running for your lives. Then X calls some mysterious dude and wants to give him my address? Come on, Carlos.”
