Letting out a frustrated breath, I called Woody. Another call that went to voicemail.
"If you have Sable, I'm going to fuck you up," I said before ending the call.
"That's telling him," Leif said.
I gave him a glaring side-eye.
He raised his hands. "Just saying is all."
We both knew Woody wasn't that easily intimidated. Not even by me. Considering I could have him arrested and incarcerated for the rest of his life, he should know better. He probably thought he could incriminate me, but unfortunately men with money and power tended to get away with things, myself included. If he tried, I could bury him without raising a sweat.
It wouldn't come to that.
I hoped.
"Looks like we're going for a drive." I gestured toward the car before walking around the other side and climbing in.
I gave the driver a different address and sat back to cross my legs and jiggle my foot.
Leif didn't ask where we were going. He knew as well as I did.
The house was a bit over an hour out of the city. A long drive with nothing else to do but think.
Leif scrolled on his phone, but I got the impression he wasn't seeing any of it, except some cat video he watched a couple of times, chuckling to himself. And a blooper reel involving his brother, crashing into the boards in several different games.
"I don't know how he doesn't have more broken bones," he said half to himself.
I grunted and looked out the window, watching the world go by in a blur. Cursing myself for not putting a tracking device on her phone. That was an oversight I'd remedy as soon as I could.
"She could have gone back to her place," Leif said.
"She didn't," I replied.
"How can you be sure?" he asked. "You said yourself you didn't think she'd gone far."
Without looking over at him, I shrugged. "I was wrong."
"Well, shit," he drew the words out. "The great Judge Cross was wrong. What if you're wrong now?"
"Then we go back to the city and keep looking for her," I said.
I didn't care what it took. I'd find her. I might tie her down and make her understand she was mine, but I'd find her.
"You've got it bad, don't you?" Leif asked.
Now I looked over at him. "So do you."
"I might," he said. He tried to play it cool, but I knew him better than that. I saw straight through it. When I rolled my eyes at him, he said, "She's not like anyone else I've ever met."
"Yet you couldn't help pissing her off," I said darkly.
"Everyone makes mistakes," he said. "Look on the bright side. When we find her, I can make it up to her."
"If she'll let you," I said. "She might not want anything to do with you."
"That's got you worried, doesn't it?" he asked. "You're scared she won't want anything to do with any of us."
He was right, but I wasn't going to let him know that. We'd virtually presented ourselves as a package deal. Hang out withme and you hang out with my friends. Including Woody. She might walk away and never look back.
