Even now, though I wouldn’t mind catching up to her, there was never going to be a chance of more.
“All right, I’ll head over now.” I paused. “Hey, do you think that Apollo has something that I can slip into their place? We can listen in on their conversation and figure out if there’s something she’ll say after I leave.”
“Hold on,” he said. “Apollo’s seeing what he has.”
I waited as I walked to my bike, angry as hell that I had to deal with that—with Bernie and Max—when I’d had better company, for him to get back to me.
“Apollo’s going to meet you there,” Webber murmured. “Keep your eyes open. Where there’s one, there’s more.”
I agreed with him on that.
I’d kept sending my help away because I didn’t want them to know how deep and entrenched I was getting with the Truth Tellers. It’d been when I started to slip away from my assigned partners that I knew that I’d slipped over the edge.
No longer did I believe that I was a cop.
I was a Truth Teller, and all cops were suspect.
The moment that it became us—the Truth Tellers—and them—the cops—I’d known it was my time to turn in my resignation.
I’d not been working for the cops for a year when Webber had found out.
I’d never felt such an intense sense of loss until that day.
I’d finally found the place that I’d belonged and…
“Are you even listening to me, man?” I jolted at the sound of Webber’s voice.
“No. Lost in thought.”
Webber sighed. “Get your head in the game. We don’t want them here, and you need to make sure they leave. If I have to make sure…”
Fuck.
“I’ll make them leave.”
The ride to the address Apollo had sent me took me to fuckin’ Colleyville, outside of Dallas.
I was already pissed as hell I had to make this drive in the middle of goddamn Christmas traffic, but it made it worse that they lived in the fuckin’ rich bitch neighborhood that would definitely notice someone driving a loud ass motorcycle through their fancy streets.
I’d gotten the beast when I’d turned sixteen, scraping and saving to buy it with my dad’s help.
The thing needed some work, but the engine still purred.
But that didn’t make it any less of an eyesore.
I pulled over as close to the neighborhood as I could get and stopped.
Apollo pulled up behind me a few moments later and got out.
“Why are you so far away?” he asked.
I jerked my head toward my bike. “Fancy neighborhood, not fancy vehicle.”
He tossed me his keys. “Drive mine. I’ll come get it from you in the morning and switch.”
I traded keys with him and then reached for the bug that was… “A bottle cap?”
“It’s one of those things that gets overlooked. And it’s something that almost everyone has in their home. This one is small and clear, so you can probably just slide it under the couch and it’ll go unnoticed for a while.”
