“I need to talk to him. Is that okay?”
At my nod, he found his phone and stabbed the screen.
A call blipped over the loudspeaker, then a gruff voice answered. Kane. “Yes?”
“Where are ye?” Tyler asked.
“Holed up in Edinburgh.”
“Get to the warehouse before daybreak. Convict and Mila are already there.” Tyler took a breath. “Your face just appeared on an article. It’ll be everywhere by morning.”
A pause came. Then a low curse. “We’re leaving.”
A few words more, and they disconnected.
Tyler sighed. “Thanks for bringing that to me.”
I shoved my hands under my thighs. “The warehouse will be safe for them, won’t it?”
“Even if they eventually track him down, no journalist can get above stairs. We have resources, a reputation. It’s the best place to ride out a media storm. We’ve done it before and we’ll do it again.”
Except I was miles away.
I hovered over a chasm of where I wanted to be. Where I should be. I’d craved the city and the skeleton crew’s headquarters. Thought about talking to Mila over and over. All of those I’d skipped out on.
I swallowed hard.
“I used to be called Darcy. Never Marchant, but that was my name for the first fourteen years of my life.”
He settled back onto an elbow, but his sharp focus didn’t shift. “What was your surname? Same as your ma?”
“Dixon.”
“That’s where Dixie came from.”
I inclined my head. “If my picture gets out there?—”
“You’re safe.”
“I know that. But if I stay shut away, I lose my choices.”
His gaze gentled. “I meant you’re safe wherever ye are. Here with me, or in the warehouse.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Also with you.”
His smile softened him, just for a second, and as much as a huge bear of a man could be. I loved seeing that side of him. In our work environment, I’d rarely glimpsed it. Only in tiny amounts when he left his gaze on me too long, like when I told him not to die.
Tyler took a steadying breath. “There’s something else ye need to know. Shade caught me in the heist earlier. He guessed.”
“About me?”
His nod socked me in the belly. “You didn’t tell me.”
“My mistakes shouldn’t dictate your actions.”
“Will he blab?”
“He won’t lie to Everly, and he gave me two days to explain myself.”
