Page 180 of Bone’s Choice

“Eli!” I called.

Nothing.

Myth looked toward the truck. “You sure that’s him?”

“No.”

I reached beneath my cut just to make sure my gun was there.

Myth did the same.

“Eli!”

The driver’s door opened.

A man climbed out.

He looked younger than I’d pictured.

Mid-thirties maybe. Skinny. Work boots, jeans, gray T-shirt. Short brown hair. Nothing about him stood out.

Except the way he immediately looked behind himself.

Scared.

Definitely fucking scared.

“You Bone?”

“Yeah.”

His eyes moved to Myth.

“And your Myth.”

Myth folded his arms over his chest. “Last time I checked.”

Eli nodded. Didn’t seem like a guy who’d been doing much smiling lately. He shut the truck door and walked toward us. “You weren’t followed?”

“Were you?” I asked.

“No.”

“You sure?”

His eyes moved toward the road again. “No.”

At least he was honest.

I pulled out my cigarettes. “You gonna keep looking over your shoulder the whole fucking time?”

“Probably.”

“Gonna make this a long night.”

“Sorry if watching somebody get murdered fucked with me.”

I paused with the cigarette between my lips.