Trevor rolled his eyes and put down his half-eaten sandwich. “I’m not going to answer if you keep asking the same damn question.”
“But what if they take Daniel away?” He looked down at sleeping Daniel, slumped on the couch with his head on Andy’s lap. He had struggled when they brought him up to eat, but a few shots of vodka mixed with Xanax helped calm him down.
“No one will take Daniel from us. Relax.” When his phone rang, he picked it up and asked, “Are you there already?”
“In a few minutes.”
He told Dima how to get to the house, then added, “Now turn off your phone and hide it on the side of the road.”
“You are a paranoid man.”
“It’s called being careful. You should try it.” He hung up.
Andy stroked Daniel’s hair, humming to himself.
“I need to tie him up. Hard to tell how much drama is heading our way.” Trevor got up to grab the duct tape. He carefully moved Daniel’s hands to the front and wrapped the duct tape around his wrists, then bound his legs as well.
A few minutes later, he caught the sound of an approaching car.
Here we go.
“Stay here,” he told Andy. “Don’t let Daniel move anywhere, although he should be out cold for a while.”
“Okay, Trevor. Be careful.”
The foggy air outside made the trees harder to see, like a thick blanket covering the earth. Dima seemed edgy as he stood next to his busted car, his face noticeably bruised. Trevor would have remained in a coma if he had suffered even half the beating Dima had.
“You drove all this way with the car looking like this? The police could have stopped you.”
“They didn’t.”
Trevor gestured with his head to the trunk. “You think he woke up?”
“He did on the way and started making noise. I stopped and made him quiet again.”
Trevor assumed he hadn't used his words. “Are you sure he was on to you before you risked this whole operation?”
“Yes. I saw it in his eyes.”
“Oh, of course. His eyes.” Trevor walked closer to the trunk and slammed his fist down hard. If Jay had been unconscious, he wasn't anymore. “Open up. Let’s see this nosy bastard.”
Dima pressed on his car’s remote, causing the trunk door to slowly rise. The man inside squinted in the weak light. His hands were tied behind his back with a zip tie, as were his legs. A piece of clothing poked out of hismouth. The fury in his eyes left Trevor speechless.This man can break my face.
Trevor liked him already.
He was also a sucker for bearded men with long hair, and wasn’t Jay a sexy motherfucker with how he huffed and puffed so close to Trevor’s crotch?
He turned to Dima. “How likely is your boss to care about this guy going missing?”
Dima came closer, both looking down at Jay, who was trying to speak through his gag. “Oscar will care,” Dima said with confidence. “He already tried to call me earlier.”
“Any idea what you can tell him?”
“No.” Dima looked troubled—no, outright scared. “He will ask a lot of questions, and he will figure out that I’m lying.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“He’s a silly man.”
