Not a lot, but enough.
Tyson saw it too.
“You really think the cops are going to find the guy who did this?”Tyson asked.The way he said it made the room go quieter.Colder.
I lowered my mug slowly.
“The Saint’s Outlaws pissed off the bigwigs of this town,” Tyson said.“And they’re going to pay for it.”
Swift tipped his head slightly.“How do you know that?”
Tyson barked out a dry laugh.“Because I’m not a fucking idiot.”Then he nodded toward me.“And neither is Britta.You guys pissed off someone.”
My stomach tightened.
There it was.
The thing I’d been thinking but hadn’t wanted to say out loud, because once it was said out loud, it got real in a whole different way.
Swift didn’t react much.That was his thing.He kept everything close, but I could practically hear his brain filing every word away.
“Any idea who that might be?”he asked.
Tyson snorted.“I’ve got about five people it could be, but I’m not about to get in the middle of it.”
Swift nodded slowly.“Yeah,” he said.“Sure.”
Something told me every single thing Tyson had just said was already on its way into some mental folder Swift would be handing off to Twister later.
Jesus.
That was exactly what I didn’t want.
Tyson did not need to get mixed up in any of this more than he already was.It was bad enough that I was.
Tyson smothered a yawn with the back of his hand, and I pounced on it immediately.
“You should go get some sleep.”
“I’m fine,” he argued.
“You literally just got off shift, Tyson.You need to sleep.”
He shrugged like lack of sleep was a personality trait.“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
I set down my mug, held out my good arm, and did a very slow, very unimpressive little turn.“I am more than fine,” I said.“So you should get your butt in bed so you’re not dragging ass at work tonight.”
Tyson’s eyes slid to Swift again.
And there it was.
The real problem.
Not me.
Not the apartment.
Swift.
