Page 140 of Bone’s Choice

“Want me to tell Hazel you said hi next time I see her?”

I kept walking.

“Want me to give her your number?”

“Fuck off, Taco,” I called.

“Maybe buy her some jam?”

I flipped him off over my shoulder.

Their laughter followed me down the hallway.

Assholes.

Every fucking one of them.

I walked into the office and kicked the door shut behind me. I dropped into the chair behind the desk and set my coffee down.

Paperwork covered half the desk.

Grave Casket orders.

Shipping manifests.

Invoices.

A list Bull had put together of every shipment we’d sent through Milwaukee over the last six months.

That was what I needed to be thinking about.

Not Hazel.

Owen Mercer, the transfer facility, the gun shipments, and the man Eli claimed he’d watched put a bullet in Owen’s chest.

That was shit that mattered.

I pulled Bull’s list closer.

We had pieces, but none of them fit together yet.

My phone vibrated and I grabbed it from my pocket.

Unknown number.

I knew exactly who it was and answered.

“Yeah.”

“It’s Eli.” He sounded just as nervous as he had before.

“You finally ready to talk?”

“I already talked.”

“Face-to-face.”

Silence. I waited.