This wasn’t Nolan’s time yet.
I had no doubt Lucy had told Myers everything about our meeting. It showed in the way she’d run. And the payment. Shehadn’t held anything back. Not my name. Not my visit. Not the questions I’d asked. Not the part where I said I would pay a lot of money for him to go away again. Every small detail about me had been handed over.
Soon, Myers would either run or come for me. And I had no doubt it was the second option. He was most likely tired of running and broke. Looking at him, his life was hell. And only dropped charges or a shit ton of money could make it better. But getting the charges dropped was getting more complicated now that people knew about his and Harlow’s plans. Unless they had a smoking gun, this was a long shot in the first place. So taking the money and getting out of here was the better option than the insanity of reopening the case all over again. No matter what Harlow promised him.
Things would move fast from here on out. Myers would act soon. Men like him always did. And instead of handing him to incompetent cops or filthy pieces of shit like Thomas Harlow, I’d make sure things went differently this time. Nolan meant well. But Nolan hadn’t gotten the job done before.
So it would be me taking over the reins.
I would watch.
I would wait.
And when he came for me, I’d be ready.
Now all I had to do was make him believe he’d get what he wanted. In return, I’d get what I needed.
The truth.
A confession.
And the fucking why.
Why he killed Zach. How my mom escaped.
She’d never been able to talk about it. Not only had she gone mute but her mind had seemed to collapse every time that night was brought up.
But Myers wasn’t mute. Myers could talk.
Hopefully enough to clear my mother’s name once and for all. Let her rest in peace. And keep my family from any more harm.
I stayed put, hidden in the darkness among the trees. The cold air carried the strong scent of moss and rain.
A slow breath in. Then out.
Now was not the time to confront him. Not here. Not like this. It needed planning.
And when Myers finally came for me, I wouldn’t be running.
I’d be ready.
Chapter 41
Dylan
I’d noticed a shitty black truck following me the day before Thanksgiving. Not even two days after I watched Myers’ hut in the woods.
The driver tried to be sneaky. Didn’t park in my apartment complex parking lot but across the street.
Always waited at traffic stops.
And when I snatched up a parking spot on one of the side streets near the hospital, the driver didn’t park anywhere close to me.
When I left my car on the dark street for my night shift, my head kept turning. I looked over my shoulder the whole time.
I’d asked my dad to hire security for the family, and silently thanked every higher power I could think of for that decision. He didn’t hesitate. Probably even liked the idea. Buff guys walking around with him, watching his back, like he was somebody.
About halfway through the night shift with Erin on Thanksgiving, we finally sat at the table in the residence room.
