“Okay, all right.Text me his number and I’ll get on it, Shayla.”
She ended the call and put her cell on the counter.
I stepped into her personal space.“You aren’t doing anything with this, Ives.”
Her eyes widened.“What am I supposed to tell my boss?How would I know this person’s misrepresenting themselves?I know Boyd’s dead, but I can’t very well tell my boss that.I mean, the cops haven’t come around.”
“Why would they?It happened in another town, and we didn’t leave anything behind to put ourselves at the scene.”
“Ryan,” she started.
I shook my head.“Ivy, working in real estate is a dangerous job because you’re in an empty house with a stranger.You and I know that guy’s dead.Call your boss and punt this customer to a male colleague.”
Her head tipped back and she pressed her lips together.She righted her head and looked me in the eye.“He demanded me specifically.”
“Which is how you know it’s a set-up.”
She took a deep breath.“It’s just a phone call.”
“And I’ll be listening in, Trouble.But first I have to text Lark and Volt.”
“Why Lark?”
“They took me as a way to get under Lark’s skin.He’s as much a target as you and I.”
“You should wait until we know what he wants.There could actually be another man named Boyd Huntington.”
I gave her a dead-eyed stare.
She looked contrite.“You never know.”
I grabbed her phone off the counter and handed it to her.
She called the number and put it on speaker.
“Is this Ivy?”a man’s voice asked.
Ivy’s face twisted with a fake smile.“Yes, sir.Is—”
“You’re a hard bitch to find,” he said, cutting her off.
“I’m sorry, is this Mr.Huntington?”
His mirthless chuckle spiked my anger.“Yeah, but my first name ain’t Boyd.”
Ivy kept her gaze pinned to the wall.“I’m sorry, may I call you Mr.Huntington?”
“You can tell me what the fuck you and that bouncer did to Campbell.”
Finally she looked up at me.I shook my head.This was no time to tell him anything.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she fibbed, but it sounded believable.Maybe I was just biased to her now that we’d become more than co-hostages.
“It’s bad enough you killed Boyd.If Campbell’s dead too, the least you can do is tell me.”
“Sir, do you have a real estate issue?”
The man emitted a low growl.“Bitch, you’re the one with an issue.There’s tracking on his truck.I’m gonna find it, and when I do, I’ll find you.”
