“A dangerous silly man?”
“Yes.”
Trevor sighed. Of course he was dangerous if he made Dima scared. “Get the fucker out.”
“Stay back.”
Trevor did, watching as Dima roughly pulled Jay out of the trunk, still in his dirty coverall. Once on his feet, Jay was taller than Trevor had expected, almost the same height as him. Dima held him tight like the man might turn all Hannibal Lecter and chew their faces off.
Trevor moved closer, right in Jay’s handsome face. “Nice to meet you, Jay. I’m Trevor. I think Daniel told you all about me. Well, he’s technically Chris to you.”
Jay gave a sharp nod. His dark eyes darted around, taking in the foggy scenery and likely realizing they were in the middle of nowhere. Through the gag, he mumbled something that sounded like, “Where’s Chris?”
Trevor snorted. “A bit silly worrying about someone else right now, don’t you think? And that bruise on your head looks nasty. Does it hurt?”
Jay’s eyes hardened, his chest moving quickly underneath the dirty coverall.
“Mind if I take a look?”
Jay tensed but stayed still as Trevor leaned closer—close enough to smell the testosterone oozing out of his pores and the faint, metallic scent of dry blood. He observed the swollen bruise, enjoying the way Jay nervously edged away from him.
“What should I do?” Dima asked.
“About?”
“Him!”
Trevor shrugged. “You know what to do. If he gets free, you’re a dead man. Hell, maybe you are regardless. Do you have anywhere to lay low for a while?”
“I don’t know. Maybe here?” He glanced at the house, not looking impressed.
Trevor pursed his lips and nodded. “Could work. Gotany money on you?”
“I stopped at an ATM. I have a few thousand in cash.”
“My kind of man. Wait here.”
“Where are you going?”
“Where do you think? To bring a shovel.” Behind him, Jay began to struggle.
18
ANTHONY
“Jay isn’t answering,” Ethan said and stepped into Anthony’s apartment. “I went to the garage earlier, but he told me to leave. I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Ant.”
“Maybe he’s talking with Dima right now.”
Ethan slumped on the couch. “Dima should have been there hours ago. They wouldn’t be talking for so long. I also spoke with Melissa earlier.”
“How’s she holding up?”
“Bad. She called the police.”
“What?” Anthony sat next to him. “Are they looking for Chris?”
Ethan shook his head, dark bags under his eyes. “The cops saw the messages Chris so-called wrote and said that he clearly left by choice.” He rubbed his face. “I’m so tired, and angry, and scared.”
