I type a message to Piper, briefly telling her what’s going on and asking if she thinks it would be okay for the two of us to stay at Durango’s place. I can’t believe I’m even asking.
She replies right away.
Piper:Durango would want you to stay there. Is there anything I can do to help? I can beat up your ex for you.
I laugh, but she’s likely serious, and she could probably do it. Before I can respond, another message comes in.
Piper:I’ll meet you there with a key. How soon can you get there?
Willow:It’s too late. Maybe I should meet you there tomorrow.
Piper:You wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important. I’ll be up for a couple of hours anyway. So when should I meet you there?
I can’t argue with her. She’s right, I need to go tonight.
I turn to Samantha. “We can stay at a friend’s house. How soon can you be ready to go?”
“Twenty minutes,” Samantha says.
“It takes an hour on the subway to get there, so I’ll tell her an hour and a half.”
“Wait.” Samantha grabs my arm to stop me from typing. “If this guy is coming after us, I’m calling a car. I won’t get trapped on the subway with him. Where is this place?”
“Brooklyn.”
She smiles. “We’ll be there in an hour.”
I let Piper know. Hopefully, Tyler is bluffing and not on his way to New York. The last thing I want is to lead a dangerous man to Durango’s place.
CHAPTER 18
Durango
“I don’t understandwhy we are moving. Why can’t you just let us go?” Nancy asks as we lead them into the new house.
It’s not as nice as the one we just came from. The carpet is worn in several spots, and the furniture has scratches all over it. Whoever lived here prior must have had pets. But on the plus side, it’s hidden from the road. Moose walks past me to sit on one of the bar stools that’s pulled up to the counter. He’s limping a little more than before, so I make a note to check on his wound the first chance we get.
“Your lives are at risk, and until we find who killed Damien or determine they aren’t coming after you, we are going to keep you safe,” I say.
Nancy’s hands go to her hips. “What is this, some kind of caveman thing? You Americans are so bossy. We don’t have to stay here. Sylvia, let’s go.”
Nancy walks toward the door and turns around. Sylvia hasn’t moved from her perch on a bar stool.
“I think we should stay. For now,” she says.
“Why?” Nancy whines.
Sylvia slides off the stool and motions to the window. “Because it’s nighttime, and we are in the middle of nowhere. Where are we going to go?”
“We will wait until morning, but then we go,” Nancy says.
I glance at Moose, and he’s frowning, likely wondering the same thing I am. Why would Nancy want to leave if her life might be in danger? Unless she’s the one behind the danger.
Nancy walks to the refrigerator and opens it up. “It’s empty.”
“You just ate,” Moose says.
Nancy shrugs as she closes it. “I’m still hungry.”
