“Do you know them?” I asked.
“Not all of them off hand. But you know who does?”
“Don’t say Crossroads.”
“Crossroads.” She grinned. “And look! That’s her place, right up there.” She opened her mouth in fake surprise. “We could just walk right in there and ask her.”
I pressed my lips together, holding back comments that would only make me sound like an ass. “Fine.” I said. “If we have to.”
Lu chuckled, a soft sound that brushed over my skin like feathers on silk.
“You are not as subtle as you think you are.”
“I never said I was subtle.”
She tossed me a smile, then put the truck into gear and took the road west, toward the Crossroads, and hopefully, the answers we needed.
Chapter Ten
Lu parked around back, beneath an open carport that held a black truck and bright red hatchback.
Both vehicles belonged to Ricky, and unless someone had hitchhiked in (always possible), she wasn’t entertaining any other guests.
Not that a lot of people even knew what this place was.
“Crossroads is a friend of yours? Of hers?” Val asked.
“Hers.”
“I’ve never met her.” Val stared out the window. “Bet I’ll like her.”
“Don’t care.”
“Bet we’ll be best friends. She’s gonna like me, Brogan. Best friends.”
“What’s he saying now?” Lu asked.
“He’s just trying to get a rise out of me. Which he won’t. I don’t care if he’s best friends with Crossroads.”
Lu nodded, keeping her face carefully neutral. “Good to know.”
I shoved the door and shouldered my way out of the cramped space. I twisted my spine to get the stiffness out of my back.
“She’s got a hot tub,” Lu said, watching me abort the calisthenics.
“I’m fine.”
“Your back hurts.”
“Little aches and pains make a man remember he’s alive,” I said.
“Also makes him grumpy.” She bumped her shoulder into my arm as I fell into stride next to her. Lorde trotted ahead of both of us, tail wagging, ears pricked up.
“He’s always grumpy,” Val noted.
“Ghosts make me grumpy,” I said.
“And Crossroads,” Val added.
