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Brody was beginning to look a little panicked, but he hung in there. “Oh shit, another code. What’s this one again?”
“Same as always,” Vance said.
Brody looked blank.
Vance looked unhappy. “Three two two.”
“Got it. Yeah. Right. Okay.” Brody didn’t say good-bye and walked away whispering to himself.
I allowed myself a moment to hope Brody was going to be all right before we all climbed into a black Ford Explorer.
Vance took Ally home first, asking her address. She got out, quiet and looking worried, and she promised to call me.
Vance waited until the door closed behind her and her inside lights went on. Then he took me home and didn’t ask my address. He walked me to the door, took my key from my hand, opened it and made me stand just inside the closed door while he checked the house. He came back downstairs, went out to the Explorer, came back carrying a small duffel and walked immediately to my dining room table.
He opened the duffel and started to put stuff on my dining room table, announcing each one as he set it down. “Gun, Glock, loaded. Extra clip. Taser. Stun gun.”
I stared at the weapons on my table and then back to Vance.
“Lee says you know how to use them,” he said.
I realized his statement was a question and I nodded.
“Lock all doors and windows after I leave. You don’t open the door to anyone unless it’s Lee, Mace or me. Even if you know them. Got me?” Vance asked.
I nodded then he nodded.
“Where’s Lee? What’s happening?” I asked.
“This will all be over soon,” he said instead of answering. He went to the door, stopped and turned to me. “Close your blinds.”
“Hang on a second.” I went after him and grabbed his arm so he wouldn’t go. “What the fuck is happening?”
He looked at me a beat, likely trying to guess my reaction to whatever dire news he was about to impart.
Then he decided that he could share.
“Lee’s escalated hostilities. Wilcox has done the same.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
Again, he looked at me a beat.
Then a slow, arrogant, unbelievably handsome, shit-eating grin spread across his face.
“That means tonight we’re gonna have fun.”
With that, he left.
I stood staring at the door, thinking it didn’t sound fun at all.
TWENTY-SEVEN
WHERE THE HELL WAS LEE?
After I’d locked my doors and windows, closed my blinds and stopped myself from hyperventilating, my phone rang.
I ran to it hoping it was Lee, falling on the phone like a crazed woman who’d been on the Atkins Diet one day too long and just entered a bakery.
