I failed at ignoring the shivers.
I decided to focus on something else.
“Darius, truly, I’m sorry.You just surprised me, showinglike this.And I haven’t seen you and emotions are still high.”
“You got emotion?”he muttered like he was talking tohimself, faced forward and put the truck in drive.“Couldafooled me.”
“That’s not fair either,” I said carefully.
He had no reply.
“Are you still watching me?”
“You’re still my boy’s momma.You’re still prone to doingstupid shit.So yeah, I’m still watching you.”
I decided it best at this juncture to ignore the “stupidshit” comment, so I targeted something else.
“Um…like…personally?”
“No, like I got tracking on your car.”
What?
“And your cell,” he added.
“You track my car?”
He again said nothing.
“And my phone?”
“Not your calls, just your location.”
“Why?”
“I just caught you in an empty office building about tocommit a felony to look into a client who’s hinky.My experience, if someoneacts hinky, they are.More experience, if they’re hinky, they don’t want peoplediscovering why.More experience, they can do some pretty shitty things topeople who poke around trying to find out what’s hinky about them.You might bedone with me, babe.But I didn’t survive navigating the underbelly of Denverfor fifteen years to stand at my son’s side by his momma’s casket at herfuneral.”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t come to that,” I murmured.
“Ask Jules how sure she was when she walked into a livingroom and got shot twice.And Sadie, when she was roofied, kidnapped and nearlytaken out of the country.And Stella, ask how sure she was that her apartmentwouldn’t explode.”
Yikes!
I decided to change the subject.
“My car—”
“Matt or Bobby will bring it to you.”
“Who are Matt and Bobby?”
“They work for Lee.”
“They don’t have a key.”
He was again silent.
Right.
