“Nina Bennett, I’d like you to meet Quinton and Milton Fields.”
I held out my hand and shook both. They each stared between Harlon and me as if I were going to break out and tell their futures.
“I only get premonitions and visions. Nothing remotely like Harlon.”
Quinton and Milton were good-looking guys if you liked city slickers wearing the latest expensive suits and high-end jewelry. Both were shorter than Harlon, but each guy seemed a bit surprised that I was here. How did I know? I had to wait for them to clean out the crap in the backseat.
“Harlon, can I use your phone?” I asked after getting settled inside.
“Sure.” He handed it over.
I dialed Mercy and turned my gaze toward the window.
She answered on the first ring again. “Nina Marie, you better not hang up on me again like that; it’s rude.”
“Sorry, Mercy, it wasn’t a good time to talk. Now really isn’t either, but I wanted to let you know that we landed.”
“In New York I see,” she said.
“How did you know I’m in New York?”
“Who is she talking to?” Quinton asked.
“Never mind how I know. You need to buy a bus ticket, rent a car, or hop on the next train home.”
“These people need my help. He’s looking for his sister, Mercy. You know I can’t walk away from that. It’s his sister,” I repeated for emphasis.
“Who are you talking to, and how does she know where you are? My phone is encrypted,” Harlon said.
I covered the speaker. “Not from my sisters. Sorry. They know all, and what they don’t know they’ll beat out of everyone until they do know. This is me saving you guys from a southern butt-whooping.”
They all chuckled, and I uncovered the phone.
“Listen, I’m safe but I don’t know when I’ll be home. I’ll keep in touch just don’t tell Gwen or the other girls.”
“Nina, you know I can’t keep a secret like that.”
“Just try, Mercy. I’ve got to go.”
“Fine. You’ve got three days to handle your stuff, and if I don’t hear from you, I’m sending Gwen, and her goonies, to hunt your ass down.”
“Perfect. Love you.”
I hung up before she could change her mind. I handed the phone back to Harlon. “We’ve got three days to figure this out.”
“Three days? Is she for real?” Milton asked from the front seat.
