Then I shoot a text to Hot Rod.
CAIRO: Your time is almost up.
HOT ROD: I’m not on your time.
CAIRO: She’s losing her shit and it’s actually terrifying. Bay WILL do something stupid if you don’t give her something.
HOT ROD: Are you incapable of watching her inside a contained house? Because I can send my guys in and you two can LEAVE.
CAIRO: Listen, you dense-ass bitch, this whole being extra bullshit about Wallace is unnecessary. Give the woman something, dude.
HOT ROD: He’s alive.
Well, there’s that.
However, reminding Bay he’s alive isn’t going to do shit but amp up her restlessness about going to see him.
CAIRO: You got anything else?
HOT ROD: No.
Yeah, I’m going to kick this guy’s ass when this is all over.
He can bet on that.
CAIRO: If she does something, it’s on you.
HOT ROD: She has no room to do that. If you haven’t looked outside, it’s on lockdown.
I have.
There are suspicious-looking cars everywhere, and I know Rod sent them. But Bay isn’t some basic-ass bitch who’s going to climb out a window and hope for the best.
She’s going to do something else entirely stupid and reckless.
CAIRO: You’ve got until tomorrow.
HOT ROD: Right.
HOT ROD: I’ll remember that next to the time I gave a shit about what you’ve said.
I scoff and shake my head before pocketing my phone back into my jeans. I want De Leon’s head on a spike, and I have my guys searching for him, but they’re not going to find him.
He’s hiding out, knowing that’s exactly what we’re doing, and biding his time. However, I’m not going tonotlook for him, either, in case I get lucky.
That doesn’t mean I can’t run through Shoreline Peaks and rummage through his shit, right?
I smile.
Nope.
It looks like he’s going to have a mess to go through.
FOUR
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She wouldn’t lookat me.
