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Like me.
Having that option in her back pocket and knowing that she could use it if she wanted to was what she needed to get through the rest of it all.
She chose us, I reminded myself, the sick feeling turning my stomach again.
I cracked the window, making Rook snort behind me, annoyed when some rain flung back at him without warning. But he didn’t tell me to roll it up.
Good, because I needed it.
It helped to distract myself with other thoughts. Like whether or not I should install some form of tracking device on the new cell phone I ordered for her late last night.
If I could get away with it, I probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but I knew she would strip the thing and search it inside and out. That was, if she even agreed to take it from me in the first place. It was a healthy step up from the usual burners. The newest model, actually.
Better even than my own phone.
At least now her stalker would have no access whatsoever to her number.
My teeth clamped tight at the reminder, and I breathed deeply through my nose of the rain-scented air to regain the calm I needed to get through this fucking meeting.
With any luck, the motherfucker who’d tried to inject her was already dead, but something told me it wasn’t that simple. Especially after what happened at Briar Hall this morning.
It could’ve been the Aces, sure. But that didn’t sit right.
Ava Jade slipped the phone back to me over the seat, our fingers brushing before she pulled back from the contact.
“Anything interesting?” I prodded.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Sparrow…”
She sighed, exasperated as she leaned back in her seat, swiping Rook’s flask away for a little swig. He didn’t seem bothered, but took it back from her as soon as she was finished. “Nothing from creepy stalker fucker if that’s what you’re wondering. He was a text guy though, remember?”
“Was,” I emphasized. “Not sure he’s going to like not being able to communicate with you anymore.”
“If he’s even alive,” Grey grumbled from the driver’s seat.
“Good,” Ava Jade said. “Either way I won’t have to deal with being skeeved out every fucking time my phone chimes.”
“This is it,” Grey said as he pulled us around the last bend in the road to the sleepy little building nestled in the woods. It was a ranger’s cabin once, before they built a more modern one thirty miles south.
No one used this one now except hikers looking for a night’s refuge or someplace warm and dry to escape a storm. The shit brown siding was riddled with graffiti, but no gang tags. None that mattered anyway. This was just as neutral as Nomansland and a meeting place we’d used on other occasions several times over the last two years.
Diesel was already there, sitting in a plateless black truck idling in the wide drive. It looked like Tiny was beside him in the passenger seat, though it was hard to tell in the rain, and as Grey pulled us around to the other side, we saw the nondescript dark green van next to him.
No doubt filled with at least five more Saints if not more than that.
This location made me uneasy. Unlike usual, we didn’t get the details ahead of time. Didn’t have a say. We got jack shit from Diesel, actually, besides the time and location at the last minute.
He didn’t want help setting it up, and he didn’t even reply to my text cautioning him against meeting right now. This soon after finding out about the snake.
We’d be showing them our cards instead of trying to use what we knew to figure out what cards they were trying to play. Not to mention we had a dead Saint to bury, and I had it on good authority from Pinkie that Dies was told he should stay off his feet for at least ten days to let the knife wound to his Achilles heal.
I knew he wasn’t thrilled with what happened back at the Docks, but I had to wonder how long he intended to punish us.
I bent my head, grimacing as an ache formed in my skull.
“I still can’t believe you insisted on coming tonight,” I found myself saying out loud.
