“You better hope you’re wrong,” I said flatly. “And if you tell him I’m with you, I will kill you.” I narrowed my eyes. “Now call.”
Razor looked like he wanted to strangle me, but he was also starting to fade. If he didn’t make this call soon, I wasn’t sure he’d be able to. I also couldn’t help wondering what to do with him. Drop him off at a hospital? If I did that, I doubted he’d tell them I’d shot him, and the gun couldn’t be traced to me.
The phone rang and a man answered in a rough tone. “This better be important, Razor. I’m dealing with a mountain of shit.”
Razor’s dark gaze lifted to me. “Just checkin’ if I need to be there sooner than two.”
“Why would you need to be here sooner than two?” he demanded.
“I don’t know, man,” Razor said, lifting his right hand to scrub over his face. “I know Knox is on edge.”
“Of course he’s on edge. We think Malcolm got one of our handlers and the girl he had with him.”
Razor’s jaw clenched and he swallowed hard. “So I heard. What about the woman Knox is after?”
“What about her?” Nixon barked.
“Is she helpin’ Malcolm?”
“Probably. She wiped out an entire team last week.”
Apprehension washed over Razor’s face. “If someone found her, what would he want done with her?”
There was a moment of silence. “Did someone find her?”
Razor lifted his gaze to me, and I nodded once.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice starting to fade. “She walked into The Brick House.”
“No shit? Keep her there and I’ll send someone to get her.”
“Fuck that,” Razor growled. “I’m not lettin’ you get the credit. If I turn her in, maybe Knox’ll take me seriously. Where do you want me to bring her?”
“You’re presumin’ she’ll go with you.”
“I’ve already got her in my truck.”
There were another few seconds of silence. “Bring her to the warehouse.”
I shook my head.
“No way. I’m bringing her directly to Knox.”
“That’s not happenin’,” Nixon said with a short laugh.
“Then I guess he won’t be gettin’ her.”
“Knox isn’t gonna be happy if you show up on his doorstep.”
“Then I guess he doesn’t want her very bad.”
I hoped Nixon gave him something quick because Razor was starting to slump in his seat.
“Fine,” Nixon said. “He’s probably at his house, 351 Overton Road, but if you tell him you got it from me, I’ll kill you myself. Now I’ve got to go.”
Nixon hung up and Razor tried to glare at me, but he was too weak to make it look effective.
“Where’s your gun?” I asked.
