We’ve got so much on our plate at the moment that I think if we try to focus on too much at once, then we’re going to feel overwhelmed and start dropping things.
So, one day at a time.
“Wait, what about Bobby?” Griff suddenly asks, interrupting the silence.
I frown, confused, since we weren’t talking about anything to do with Bobby as I ask, “Who?”
“Your boss where you used to work, not the HID dickhead,” Griff clarifies.
My nose crinkles. I still have no idea where he’s going with this, “What about Bobby?”
“Well, you said that Pete was always at the bar where you worked, and it looked like you got on with Bobby pretty well. So, couldn’t you just call him and see if Pete’s there? Then we could get him to meet us at another location, since we know that it’s not going to be safe to have you go back to the little town now,” Griff explains.
“Why didn’t I think of that?” I ask him. “That’s such a simple solution.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Coen asks with an encouraging smile.
I nod and pick my phone back up as I don’t allow myself any time to think about what I’m about to do too much. I do remember to put the phone on speaker so that the guys can hear the conversation too.
“What?” Bobby answers in his typically grumpy way on the third ring, and my smile widens.
“Now, is that any way to talk to your favorite waitress?” I tease.
“Ne,” he starts and then cuts himself off, which immediately raises my suspicions.
“What’s going on?” I ask, and the guys' smiles turn into frowns.
“I’ve told you I need those patties. If they don’t come by tomorrow, then I’m going to have to go with another supplier,” he barks down the phone.
I stay quiet.
In the background, I can hear him push through the doors of the kitchen, into the hallway, and then his office door slams behind him.
“Neith, girly. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” he asks, his voice hushed.
My eyebrows rise with surprise, “What do you mean, Bobby?”
“My bar is full of cops, although the fancy kind, they all wear suits. Fucking HID,” Bobby says gruffly, clearly not impressed. “They’re asking for you. I told them that you left and didn’t come back, and that you left no forwarding information at all.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” I say, my eyebrows drawn down into a heavy frown.
He snorts, “Don’t thank me, I had no idea if you were alive or not at first. For the record, I’m glad that you are. Don’t fucking come back here, Neith. I don’t know what they want exactly, but the way that they’ve taken over the town and are watching this place and your house, I know that they ain’t up to any good. Not that HID are ever really up to anything good.”
“Ah shit,” I curse.
“They’ve been questioning the whole town, and everyone’s told them where to stick it,” Bobby says proudly.
“They have?” I ask. Shocked that so many of them are trying to protect me.
“Of course,” Bobby says. His voice turns sly as he says, “You did well in the Choosing. I always knew you had it in you.”
“Aw, thanks,” I start and then realize that if he’s watched the Choosing, that means that he’s a supernatural and somehow hid it from me. “Wait a fucking second, you sneaky fucker. I thought you were human?”
Bobby chuckles, “Aye, I know you did. Now what do you want?”
I don’t bother trying to ask him any questions, he won’t share. Instead, I say, “You know Pete?”
“Yes,” he replies simply.
