"I am good at this shit," I said. "My attention was on what was going behind that door, not on two people who were supposed to do what I told them."
I didn't care what Forrest's orders were. I was the one stuck out here with them. If I knew what was good for me, I should tell them both to get lost. I never should have agreed to let them tagalong. Forrest's brothers or not, they were a liability waiting to happen.
"Okay, but—" Noah tapped me on the shoulder and gestured toward the house.
I turned back as the door opened. Three people stepped out. Two men, judging by their build, and a woman.
Sable.
What the hell was she doing out here?
She walked with them, all the way to the street, to a waiting car. What the fuck? No one was shoving her, or forcing her into the car. No one had a gun or a knife on her. Not that I could see.
She seemed to be getting in because she wanted to. That made no sense.
"I'm going after her." I hurried through the trees, over to my car as the black sedan pulled away from the curb.
I shoved the keys into the ignition and turned it.
Nothing.
"Not fucking now," I growled.
I turned it again. Still nothing. The engine was dead, and the sedan was disappearing into the darkness.
"Fuck." I slammed my open hand down on the steering wheel.
Left with no other options, I pushed out of the car and headed toward the house.
A security guard opened the door, and looked at me like I was going to cause some kind of trouble.
I was going to cause trouble, all right.
"I'm with him," I pointed at Leif, who stood to the side of the room talking to a woman who looked like an older version of Sable. Her mother, I assumed.
For a moment I thought Leif was going to say something stupid like, "I don't know this guy." Instead, he excused himself from Camilla and strode over to me. "What's going on?
"That's what I'd like to fucking know." I gave the security guard a sarcastic smile and stepped inside.
It was warm in here. The way an infected sore in the middle of a right ass cheek was warm.
I spotted Forrest on the other side of the crowds and shoved my way through to him.
"Woody, how nice to see you this evening," he said, his voice tight, expression tighter. He wanted to ask what the hell I was doing here, but too many eyes and ears were on us.
"Yeah, long time no see," I said sarcastically. "I thought we could talk about that professional misconduct charge you're facing?" He wasn't facing any charge, but it gave us an excuse to step away somewhere quieter, a side corridor that led down to a bathroom.
Murmurs and stares followed, but we ignored them.
"What's going on?" he said in a whisper.
"That's what I want to know. Sable's gone. Got into a car with some goons and left."
He glanced off in another direction and didn't say a word before he stalked off, his face like a thundercloud.
Leif gave me a confused look and a shrug before we both followed Forrest into an office.
Unless my sense of direction was completely off, this was the room I was trying to look inside. Only one person was in here now: Benjamin Kohl, Sable's father.
