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Glancing around the dark street, I grabbed my phone and dialed the number I’d memorized. Putting it to my ear, I waited in the shadows for the man I knew would be pulling into his driveway soon. I’d been watching his routine for days, so I knew he’d be pulling his Maserati into the garage in about twenty minutes.
And then I would make my move.
It was my last job, and if it was successful, I could be back in North Carolina by tomorrow.
I knew the first place I was going.
The phone quit ringing, and I knew Bear was on the other end, but he wouldn’t say my name in case someone else had somehow gotten my phone.
“It’s me.”
“Race,” Bear answered, but it wasn’t a friendly call out. He was pissed, and he had every right to be. I’d been silent for too long.
“Yeah.”
“I need to send someone to bail your ass out?”
I scanned my surroundings, but seeing nothing, I pushed my back against the wall. “Not in jail.”
“Then where the fuck are you?”
“Ho...” I began to answer, but then quickly realized that wasn’t what it was for me anymore. New Hope was home, not Philly, not anymore. “Philly.”
“Still? Thought you were finishing up?”
“Last job didn’t pan out. Had to start over.”
“This the last one?” he asked.
Pulling in a deep breath, I exhaled before replying. “If all goes as planned.”
“Whatcha got?”
“Maserati GranTurismo.”
He whistled. “What’s the market on that? Hundred and fifty k?”
“At least,” I replied. “Seen them go as high as one seventy.”
“That enough to pay off your old man’s shit?”
I clenched my fist and leaned my head against the wall. “If all goes right.”
He was silent for a minute before he continued. “You talk to Becs?”
I closed my eyes briefly when the pain from hearing her name lingered in my chest. It had been three long months since I laid eyes on Becs and Wyatt. I hated what I was doing here, but if I had any chance of a normal life, I needed to fix this shit before it followed me home to them.
“No.”
“She your first stop when you’re done?”
“You really gotta ask that?”
He chuckled. “Find me after.”
I heard Becs’s voice just then, and the call ended immediately. She’d called for him, and he knew I didn’t want her to know where I was. It wasn’t safe. For either of us. The less she knew until this was over, the better.
Scanning the street, I narrowed my eyes and took a few steps back when I saw a shadow pass in front of the building across the street. This part of Philadelphia was considered a historic district. The houses around here sold well into the millions, but mixed in amongst those old homes were small businesses. Not many, but enough that I had a few alleys to hide in when I needed to observe without being observed.
