Making matters worse, if this was tied up with other shit,and that woman knew that Carlyle saw what he saw, the kid was flat-out indanger.
Which could be another reason why he refused to go home.
He was keeping his mother and sister safe.
Fuck.
“You got something for us?”Eddie asked.
Dutch had food in his mouth.
He chewed, swallowed, felt Georgie’s continuedhyper-vigilance on him, but he locked eyes with Eddie.
“Yeah, I do.But I got work to do on it so can you give me afew days?Then I’m handing it over.”
“Chaos got your back?”Eddie asked.
“Nightingale does,” Dutch answered.
Eddie nodded.That worked for him.
Dutch looked to Hank.
Hank was eating like nothing was weird.It worked for himtoo.
Dutch understood this.
Lee Nightingale, who owned Nightingale Investigations, wasEddie’s best friend, Hank’s brother, and they both knew Lee, nor his team wouldleave Dutch blowing in the breeze.
They finished their meals shooting the shit.
At the end, there was a brief but annoying discussion aboutwho was going to pay that Georgie did not participate in, but she won it bywalking up to the register and paying herself.Something which Dutch knew wasgoing to lead to another discussion about how she was never going to do thatagain.
Hank urged Dutch to take Georgie to meet Tex.
Georgie looked intrigued.
They said goodbye on the sidewalk.
And Georgie called it when they were in his truck on the wayback to her place.
“Carlyle saw something.”
“Yup.”
“We have to find Carlyle.”
“Yup.”
“Shit,” she whispered.
Dutch drew a sharp breath into his nose.
Then he repeated, “Yup.”
They settled into unhappy silence.
Dutch broke it.
