Probably an animal.
I don’t say anything.
He chews on his bottom lip and I think he won’t either.
Then he sighs and says, “What color are your bricks?”
I almost laugh out loud. “Try again.”
“All right.” He stares right at me. “How many users dropping off like flies? How many ODs in this county? How long before it gets traced back to you? Anyone you know slipped into a coma?”
It takes everything in me not to react. But I don’t even grind my teeth. I just smile at him because either he did some digging or he’s spit balling. Either way, I’m not giving him the satisfaction of confirming anything.
“No one’s dying from my coke except from starvation and last I checked, that’s not a supply problem. Just the opposite. So if you wanna talk money, tell me the numbers. Otherwise, we’re done here.”
“Lydia Flynn, living up to your last name, girl, I’ll tell you what.” He shakes his head but he’s not smiling anymore. Instead, he takes a half step toward me and says under his breath, “Watch your back. Your family’s enemies are already becoming yours.”
My muscles tense.
For one dizzying moment, I feel as if I’m caught in some kind of trap. I half-expect someone to pop out at me from the woods behind me but I don’t dare let my apprehension show and I don’t look away from Tennessee. He wants me to blink, he wants me to pry, but I won’t do any of that.
Maybe I’ll call Rachelle back and see if she knows of a connection between my family and his.
Does he mean the Learys?
For one second, I’m back underneath Storm when he saved me from sprinting off that cliff.
He has no idea why I’m after him, does he?
But he’s about to fucking find out.
Either way, I don’t bother giving Ten the satisfaction of asking a single question.
I just watch him walk to his car, open the door, give me a two finger salute, then duck in, reverse out, and leave the marina.
I stare after him in the night until I can’t hear his weak engine anymore. Then I exhale and turn to my own car. It’s too dark to be hanging around out here.
Tonight I need to get home to Fox and have him figure out where the fuck Lynx is, then I’ve got to speak to my men at Astor Memorial.
I reach for the door handle. Open the Q up, duck down and place my gun in the console. And just as I’m about to climb in, a hand comes to the back of my neck and shoves me down, laid out across both seats as a voice in my ear whispers, “Let’s talk profit margins from a dead girlfriend who knows too much, huh?”
CHAPTER
TWENTY
LYDIA
“Indie Danther’s body is sitting at the bottom of this lake as we speak. Do you want to join her?”
I know her name. It doesn’t stop the blood from going cold in my veins. He put her there, that’s easy enough to hear in his voice.Why?I told Fox to drug her. Payback for sleeping with my brother and giving him what put him in a coma.
“Let me go.” I speak calmly. I won’t fight him unless I have to. Not with a gun to my head and my cheek pressed to the leather of my own passenger seat. But if necessary, I’ll fight for my life.
I know how.
“No. We tried that once.”
I think of the cliff at his back. “You’re not as lonely as you pretended to be.”
