Page 86 of Himbo Hitman
I shrug. “Not a clue.”
“Maybe we should make a plan first?”
“We could, but the longer we spend here, the more time we’re giving whoever it is to set up.”
“What’syourplan, then?” Lars asks.
“To leave.”
“And?”
“And that’s the plan.”
I turn and head for the door, hoping they follow me but not wanting to fuck around and wait if they’re not. My phone is on the fritz again, so I bang it with my palm a few times until the screen comes alive, and then I flip it open. But who to call?
Arlie is the smartest person I know, but she’s also been expressly forbidden from helping me, so there’s a slim chance she might not pick up. I have no ideawhatEverett does, but he lookspretty badass, so I’d imagine he’d be able to help, but then he’salsobeen told not to help, and I get the impression he does what he’s told a whole lot more than Arlie does.
Which leaves Tommy. Who I think is a thief or a pickpocket or some kind of person who swindles others out of all their money. I’m not sure how the fuck he could help in this kind of situation, but beggars can’t be choosers. Maybe he’ll be like my Robin Hood. Stealing knowledge from people to help the needy.
And I’m very, very needy.
Tommy answers on the first ring, and I could kiss him, I swear. “We never spoke,” comes down the line instead of a hello.
“Ah … okay?”
“I’m serious,” he says. “What do you want?”
“A way out.”
His forcefully patient voice comes out. “What do you mean?”
“I’m currently in the penthouse of a building, and now there’s a car parked suspiciously out the front in a no-parking zone and blocking the road, and I thiiink I might have been followed here, and the owner of that car is waiting to kill us.”
“Huh. Yeah, you’re fucked.”
Well, thanks for the confidence. I huff. “Do you have a plan B for me?”
“Not my area of expertise.”
“Is there anyone with you whomightbe able to help me?”
There’s a long silence. “No?”
“Tommy!”
“Don’t use my name,Jesus.Okay, fine. So one car means five people, max. And I can’t see it being more than three from experience, and they’ve probably left the getaway driver near the car. You’re in an apartment building, which means a choice between the elevator and the stairs, and considering they’ve parked like a total fuckwit, they’re probably looking to get in and out as fast as possible.”
“Literally none of that is good news.”
“Just stating facts. If there’s one guy, he’s in the elevator. If there’s two, they probably split up.”
So basically blocking off either of our options to escape this thing. And if they took the elevator, they’re already outside this apartment.
“Can you send me your location?” Tommy asks.
“I don’t think my phone does that. I’m in the New Maple complex.”
Tommy lets out a whistle. “That’s some fancy shit. How the hell did you wind up staying there?”
