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“If I knew where he was, why would I be sitting in my car outside his house?”
Something dangerous changed in Wilcox’s eyes and I realized I’d just let my mouth run away with me and that being a little snippy might not go over too well. Like with the guys who shot at me. Evidence was clearly suggesting that bad guys did not like snippy women. I should maybe have been more polite, maybe more meek. Then again, I didn’t have a lot of experience with conversing with creepy, scary, bad guys.
“He has something of mine,” Wilcox continued.
“I know,” I felt it safe to admit.
“I was supposed to get it back this morning. Do you know what happened?”
Hmm, I’d never taken the “how much information to divulge during interview with bad guys who kidnap you” course at the local community college. I’d barely squeaked by with computers and business accounting. I was feeling a little bit out of my depth.
“He was staying with Lee, but this morning me and Lee got kinda…er…” I stopped and searched for a word to describe that morning’s trauma, “busy…and we didn’t notice he took off.”
“Busy.” His eyes dropped to my chest, the Euw Look still in them. I felt my stomach lurch uncomfortably and tried really hard not to let my lip curl in disgust. “I bet. Do you know where he might be?”
I shook my head. “I wish I knew. He’s my coffee guy. He didn’t come to work. If I lose him, it’ll affect my profit margin.”
“He’s a good coffee guy,” Goon Gary offered. “Sheer talent.”
Wilcox was throwing a “shut the fuck up, you idiot” look at Gary. Gary’s mouth snapped shut.
Wilcox turned back to me. “Do you know where the diamonds are?”
This I knew, but I shook my head again. I wasn’t going to drag Duke into this mess.
Since I was such an accomplished liar, I think he bought it.
He then informed me, “It’s a million dollars worth of diamonds.”
My mouth dropped open.
Holy crap.
“It is?” I asked.
“Yes, and I think you can understand that I want them back.”
I nodded, this time fervently.
If I had a million dollars worth of diamonds, I’d definitely want them back. Rosie must grow seriously primo grass to get paid a million dollars in diamonds for it.
Gary moved slightly, looking out the window then he murmured, “Nightingale’s here.”
This news sent a surge of hope through me as I immediately decided that, just for the next thirty minutes or so, I wasn’t avoiding Lee.
Wilcox didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me.
Then he asked, “Are you sure you don’t know where Rosie is?”
“San Salvador?” I tried, and I wasn’t joking.
He smiled. He thought I was amusing. It was an oily smile and my skin started crawling again.
Lee walked in. I turned my head to him, the ice still held to my face.
One look and I could understand why these guys were scared of him.
This was a Lee I’d never seen.
