I grinned, watching Lyra riding in the ring, looking peaceful since Henry rode off. “I did tell her they’d be good friends.”
“I’ll see if I can convince her to tag along.”
We ended the call, but before pocketing my phone, I fired off a text to Leo.
Carver: Taking more time off.
Leo: You get arrested?
Carver: Jamie tell you I was about to be?
Leo: Affirmative.
Lifting the phone back to my ear, I waited three whole seconds before Leo answered, “Hey, boss. Was just kidding, I—”
“Yeah. Got it. Listen, I need you to check the cameras again. Closely.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t repeat what I’m sayin’. Jamie has been stealing from Warehouse Four.”
“The hy—”
“Kid.” I pinched the bridge of my nose as he apologized. “You can ask Luna for help checking them, just don’t fuck her in my security room.”
“I’m not—”
“Yes, you are.”
Leo sighed. “Sorry, I know there are rules about fraternization.”
“I don’t give a damn about that. Ido, however, trust you both to figure this shit out without uttering a word to Jamie. Got it?”
I could hear Leo’s gulp. “Got it.”
“Warehouse Four. Watch him entering and leaving, what he takes in and out, all of it. Have Luna watch the parking lot cams.”
“Near post harvest?”
“Now you get it, kid.”
“Who’s it goin’ to?”
“Probably only a handful of people. Just enough to skirt under the radar. Taking small amounts at a time, going undetected.”
“Anythin’ else?”
“Actually, yes. I need his new address. See if he updated it for his pay or ask around, I don’t fucking care what you have to do to get it. Before tomorrow night, I need everything and I need it sent to my phone.”
“Will do.” Right as I pulled the phone from my ear to hang up, he added, “Thanks for trusting me, boss. I won’t forget it.”
43
Lyra
The Chase
Carver—shirtless, looking like a mean motherfucker with a heart-shaped scar on his chest—talked a cop off our property. I don’t know what he said, but I do know the copsmiled. Not just at me, either. Ialsoknow that if I’d been that cop, I’d arrest him just to see him in cuffs.
