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Before Case could say, ‘no, you’re fucking crazy’, Byron stood to his feet, a smile on his face.
“Yes, get this cartel on the phone. Express to him how much he needs our help. Set up a meeting like yesterday.”
“You got it,” Case replied, leaning to the side to pull out his phone.
Byron stood and headed for the door.
“Then get this room cleaned up and put back together,” he instructed over his shoulder. “I don’t want to bring Phoebe back to a messed up house.”
Case didn’t reply. He was too busy trying to wrap his head around what just happened. It was a complete one eighty. One minute the fucker was blinded by rage, the next it looked as if he wanted to trollop through fucking tulips.
“Fucking psycho,”
“Who the fuck is this?” barked a man in through the speaker of his phone. He had forgot he actually dialed a number and almost forgot who he called.
He quickly brought the phone to his ear and spoke.
“Miguel Santos, this is Case Monroe. My boss wants to meet you.”
“Yeah, about what?”
“Phoebe Gates. Heard you were looking for her. We know how to find her.”
“LET TOMORROW BE YOUR SECOND CHANCE TO PROVE THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN TODAY AND YESTERDAY.” -RITU GHATOUREY
CHAPTER6
PHOEBE
Ivey and Sol stopped at a local Target off the Dallas Tollway before heading to a large, two-story house in a quiet neighborhood. We pulled up to the brick structure and waited while one of the two-door garage doors lifted. We pulled into the garage and parked next to a shiny black Nissan Maxima. I wondered whose car it was but didn’t ask. Maybe there was another cop inside waiting to be my bodyguard.
This sucked on so many levels, but it could have been worse. I could’ve gone with Reed and Garrett to the warehouse. Or I could be on a bus right now, to a small town in the middle of nowhere Texas. Or I could be dead or dying somewhere, alone. None of those options sounded better than the one I was in right now. I needed to suck it up and pray that Lock and his team would find the person responsible for terrorizing me. Once that happens, I could go back to living my dull and boring life.So looking forward to it.
We entered the house and the first thing I noticed was the smell. It didn’t smell bad or anything, on the contrary. The scent of this house reminded me of someone or something, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I followed Sol down a hall which bled out into a living room that was fully decorated with the normal, typical essentials: a couch, a recliner, tables, lamps, and curtains framing vertical blinds. There was a beautiful multi-colored rug on the floor and dramatic paintings on the walls that brightened up the room, which was nice. Past the living room sat the dining room with a large wooden table that seated six. And off to the right of the dining room was a closed off room, which I assumed was the kitchen.
From my point of view, this place didn’t seem like a safe house to me, not that I was an expert on safe houses, but this place looked more lived in than not. I wondered how the rest of the house looked.
“Make yourself at home,” said Ivey, breaking into my thoughts. “If you prefer to go upstairs and lay down or take a bath or shower, we can show you to your room. Or you can relax on the couch and watch some TV. Whatever you like to do.”
I stepped further into the living space, looking around again, taking it all in. “Does someone live here?”
“Yes, this is someone’s home.” Sol answered, pulling out a chair from the dining room table and taking a seat. Ivey had dropped my things next to the steps leading to the second floor before following Sol to the dining room.
“Are you hungry?” He asked. “We can check to see what’s here to eat or order you something if you like?”
I glanced at Ivey and gave him a smile.
“No, I’m good. But a bath sounds amazing.”
“No problem then, let me show you to your room.” Ivey walked past me to the stairs. He grabbed my Target bags and led me up the steps. He guided me down a short hallway to a closed door. He opened it, stepped aside and waited for me to pass.
The room I entered was sparsely furnished, but it would serve its purpose. There was a queen-sized bed that sat in the middle of the room with a tall dresser in the corner and a tv mounted on the wall.
The plush carpet from the hallway ran into the room and I kicked off my flipflops and dug my toes into the soft flooring.
“There’s a closet here,” Ivey announced and opened one of two closed doors inside the bedroom. “The other door is the ensuite bathroom. Towels and wash cloths should be underneath the sink. Yell if you need anything.”
