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At eleven o’clock,I jumped the railing back to my house.
Stevie had interrupted our Yahtzee marathon, played nosy neighbor and saw Lee come and go. Somehow, Lee had gone into my house, opened the door with what Stevie said appeared to be a key and left with the note in his hand.
“Uh-oh, gorgeous hunk isunhappy,” Stevie said.
My stomach lurched.
I decided I’d worry about that later.
While Stevie was still looking out the window, he asked, “Tell me againwhyyou don’t want him in your panties?”
Jeez.
For my evening’s activities, I pulled my hair back at my nape in a ponytail and put on a black turtleneck, black jeans, black cowboy boots and my black belt with the tiny rhinestones in the buckle, because if I was gonna get arrested, I was gonna go in looking good regardless of my shiner.
I grabbed my bag and keys and jumped the railing again. In an effort to avoid a tail, I made a deal to trade car keys with Stevie and Tod for the night, so I took off in their CR-V.
The whole way I checked for a tail, spending more time looking in my mirrors than at the road. I was looking for any car that might be following me, but looking especially for Lee’s Crossfire, a motorcycle that looked like it was being driven by an unhappy hunk or an SUV. Since nearly every car in Denver was an SUV, I was panicked throughout the drive to Tim’s, but I couldn’t see anyone following me.
By the time I turned down Tim’s block, no one was behind me, not for blocks.
I didn’t waste any time. I wanted to be in and out of there as fast as I could. I had no idea what I’d find, but I hoped it would be Rosie hiding in the basement and this whole mess would be over.
I got out of the car and walked right up to the house.
No lights on at Tim’s, no lights on at the neighbors. It was nearing midnight, and even though the next day was a Saturday it seemed like no one was keeping a late night.
I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. I listened for any sound at all to come from the house.
Nothing.
“It’s Indy Savage. If Rosie’s in there, I’m just here to help. I swear,” I whispered as loud as I dared.
Still nothing.
I tried the door and it was locked.
I did the same with the back door and then I went around the house, trying to look in the windows and checking to see if they’d slide up. I couldn’t see much, and every single window was either painted shut or locked.
“Fuck!” I hissed under my breath, standing next to a window at the east side of the house.
Then something settled on my shoulder.
I gave a little screech and whirled, not knowing who I’d see. It could be Lee, Wilcox’s goons, the shooters, a police officer or Dracula.
Instead, it was Tex standing there with the goggles no longer on the top of his head, but over his eyes.
He put his finger to his lips then, a scant second later, put his fist through the window.
I stared at the window then back at Tex then back at the window.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“B and E, darlin’,” he answered casually. He was wearing a flannel shirt and work gloves and pushing all the glass away from the windowpane.
“You can’t break someone’s window! We should have tried to jimmy one open.”
