I finish my coffee. “That asshole is lucky he left. I never want to work with him again.”
“Agreed,” Durango says.
“Have you heard from Stevens?” I ask.
After Myers left with Bennett, Durango offered his place for Savvy and me to sleep. We were going to suggest we find a new location, so his offer was perfect. We were all exhausted. Savvy took Piper’s old room when she lived here. I slept on the couch. Durango must have said something to Willow because no one bothered us for several blissful hours while we slept.
“I got her voicemail when I called this morning. We should hear from her soon,” Durango says.
Savvy stretches her arms over her head. “Well, if Bennett and Bob are both incarcerated, I should be safe, right?”
“Theoretically,” I say.
“Good. I’m going home.” She jumps up and heads to the bedroom she stayed in.
I follow her. She grabs her purse and jacket. I want to stop her, but she’s right. The threat is gone. For now.
“Let me check out your place. Just in case either Bob or Bennett went through it.”
She frowns. “I hadn’t thought about that. I hope they didn’t.” She nods. “Okay, let’s go.”
“When Bennett gets released, we will probably need to come back here,” I say.
She sighs. “Yeah.”
We say goodbye to Durango and Willow, who are now in the living room. I’m almost to the door when Durango calls me back.
“I almost forgot. Here you go,” he says as he tosses a set of keys my way.
“These are my keys.”
“Yeah, I got your car fixed up. It would have been towed from the street the way it looked.”
“Wow, thank you. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing. A guy owed me a favor.”
I doubt that, but I’m not going to argue with him now. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime.”
As we step onto the sidewalk, I spot Peter, that damn podcast guy.
“Don’t say a word,” I tell Savvy.
He steps up to us, holding his phone near our faces. “Hunter Charles? I have a few questions.”
I ignore him and keep an arm around Savvy.
“Do you believe Stacy Hawthorne was set up?”
He’s trying to walk next to me, but the sidewalk isn’t wide enough. Plus, I may be purposely trying to walk him into the stairs of the row houses.
When I don’t answer, he tries again. “Did you help Mr. Reed set her up?”
How dare he accuse Reed.
He pockets his phone. “All right, I’m not recording. Seriously, can you talk to me?”
