A few seconds pass before he takes his phone out. He taps the screen and puts it on speaker.
“Where the fuck are you?” a male voice says. “Denver is screaming at the mayor.”
“Let her. Who cashed in the Asher Flynn hit?”
“No one.”
I frown, but Ranger remains expressionless. “Do we know who carried it out?”
“Yeah, but only because he called me after it, drunk and saying it was all my fault, as if I told him to fucking do it,” the man says.
“Who?” I ask, unable to wait.
The man on the phone pauses. “Who’s that?”
Ranger sighs. “Just answer him, Cal.”
Cal says, “Hunter DeLuca.”
Chapter 45
Gable
ME: All good your end, Gibson?
Istare at my phone as I tap the steering wheel. I sent the message close to twenty minutes ago and there’s been no response.
Maybe she’s asleep.
I text Hunter instead, and he responds quickly.
HUNTER: All fine. The girls are sleeping. You almost there?
I breathe out a sigh of relief.
ME: Just waiting for him now. When she wakes up, tell Ella I’ll be home as soon as I can.
HUNTER: I will.
HUNTER: Love you, kid.
ME: Loveyou, too.
From the passenger seat, Z says, “Everything okay?”
I nod and finally relax. “Ella and Monty are asleep.” We’re sitting on the darkened air strip, engine off, freezing our asses off waiting for Rick to arrive. When I spot the glare of headlights, I sit up. “Phone off and leave it in the car.”
Z pulls a face. “Why?”
“Because the guy is paranoid about listening devices. Take off your smart watch, too, otherwise he’ll bolt in the other direction.”
Z mumbles something about his steps for the day not being right but does as I ask. We get out of the car and into the cold, the wind biting across the open field.
“Let me do the talking,” I say.
Z scowls. “I’m not enjoying this power imbalance.”
“Just do as I say.”
