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Gary came back with an ice bag wrapped in a kitchen towel and handed it to me. I was happy I had enough limb coordination to put it on my face. My cheekbone hurt like hell.
“This didn’t go as I’d planned. I just wanted to have a chat. I heard Nightingale had a woman and I was curious,” the man said to me, his tone surprisingly conciliatory.
“Where’s Ally?” I asked.
First things first. I wanted to know Ally was okay and then I wanted to have a nervous breakdown.
Young Grandpa Munster looked at Goon Gary.
“She was with another woman. We stunned her too,” Goon Gary explained. “We left her in the car with the keys. Teddy’s behind watching the car to make sure she’s okay.”
“Ally?” Young Grandpa Munster asked.
Gary shrugged.
Mr. Munster’s face tightened. “As in Allyson Nightingale, Lee Nightingale’s little sister?”
Gary began to look a wee bit uncomfortable.
It would appear this was an oopsie moment for Goon Gary.
“I’m at a loss for words. You do know that this isn’t only Lee’s woman, she’s Tom Savage’s daughter? And her friend isa Nightingale,” Munster stated.
Gary shifted on his feet while the color rose in his face.
Young Grandpa Munster sat down, shaking his head. “This whole thing is a complete fuckup.”
He looked at me and his face had an expression that was somewhere between resigned and depressed. In normal circumstances, I’d probably feel sorry for him. Since I didn’t know if I’d live to see the end of this scene in the film that was my life, I was too busy feeling sorry for myself.
“The simple life is holding some appeal,” he said, and I nodded because I could see where he was coming from.
My life had been simple a day ago. Work, coffee, rock ’n’ roll. Now I was being shot at, dragged around by bad guys and propositioned by the love of my life, who I had decided I didn’t want anymore.
The simple life seemed far superior to all of that.
“I’m Terry Wilcox,” he went on.
I nodded again. I was beginning to feel enough of myself to be scared, but not enough to be polite.
“You’re India Savage, Lee’s woman,” he noted.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say I wasnotLee’sanything,but these people seemed scared enough of Lee for me to decide that I should keep my mouth shut on that score.
It was then Wilcox really looked at me, from head to toe, and he sat back, getting comfortable, his face changing from depressed to assessing.
“Lee’s always had good taste in women,” he said quietly, and something in his eyes made my skin crawl.
Seriouseuw.
Then he said, “I’m looking for Rosie Coltrane, do you know where he is?”
Great.
Rosie.
The bane of my existence.
I was pissed off enough with Rosie, who had got me into this messandthe one with Lee, to be a little snippy.
