My girl rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t look away from our friends.
“Do you guys have more boxes to bring in?” Maggie asks.
“Yeah, there’s more in the truck,” I tell her.
Aspen looks up at me. “Want me to come with you? I can help carry them.”
“Nah, you stay here with your friends, Songbird.”
Her eyes light up, and I can’t help but lean down and give her a quick kiss.
“Hey, Ridge, can you actually help me with this? I can’t unscrew it,” Maggie asks as she hands him something.
He looks over at me as he takes it from her. “Give me a minute and I’ll walk with you.”
“I can walk to the parking lot by myself,” I tell him solemnly, making the girls giggle.
“You guys are all a pain in my ass,” he mutters.
I tap Aspen’s ass, making her jump, and I can’t help but chuckle as I walk away. Walking back to the truck, I tip my head to others who are starting to set up their booths. The place is starting to fill up with people getting ready for tomorrow.
As I approach the truck, I swear I see someone lingering around it and slow down. I stand still, out in the open, waiting to see if they make themselves known. After a few minutes, no one pops up.
In fact, the parking lot is dead.
What the hell?
Moving, I walk to the truck and I circle it. I look under the truck, around the body, and even on the roof. Nothing. It looks normal. I circle it again and head to the bed. I check the tape on all the boxes and see that they are undisturbed.
What the fuck?
Scanning the parking lot, I begin to wonder if I imagined it.
Are the late nights starting to get to me?
Am I being paranoid because I know Adlet is still out there?
“Hey, you good?” Ridge calls out from behind me.
“I don’t know.”
“What’s wrong?” he asks as he comes to stand next to me.
“I swore I saw someone fucking with the truck when I was walking up, but then they just disappeared.”
Ridge goes tense next to me and begins to scan the area.
“Call Meek. There are cameras here in the parking lot. He might be able to find something,” he says as he checks the truck for himself.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and find his number.
“Yeah?” he says, answering after two rings.
I tell him where I am and what I thought I saw.
“Give me a minute,” Meek says.
As he types away in the background, my skin begins to crawl.
