“You expect me to believe you’re some kind of hitman?” she asked with a little laugh. “I’m might be old but I’m not senile enough to believe that hogwash.”
I blinked at her utterly stunned. For once I told the truth and this lady didn’t even believe it.
“At least you entertained me,” she said as she fiddled with her phone. “I do believe the part about Jessica though.”
Hey, that was something. It still didn’t give me any kind of clue who she was planning on calling, assuming that was why she’d pulled out her phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked her in a calm tone. Well, as calm as I could manage. I might have been worried she was either calling them to come and lock me up in an asylum or toss my ass in jail.
Her eyes looked up at me as her finger paused on her phone.
“Dustin,” she replied like I should know who the fuck she was talking about.
“Okay, good.” The two words came out really slow. “And what isDustingoing to do for us?”
“Help get you out of the building, silly man.”
Maybe I was in a lot more pain than I thought. Like so much that my brain had me hallucinating. Grace was clearly the crazy one here, right? I didn’t like the idea of someone else being brought into this but I also wasn’t about to tell her that. I should have simply been thankful for the help because I knew I couldn’t do it on my own, not with how this whole job had blown up.
“Right,” I said and held the eye-roll to a minimum. Though I did breathe a sigh of relief. “And how is Dustin going to help me get out of here?”
I still had no clue who this Dustin was but it seemed to be one of the least important details right now.
Her fingers moved again and before I could say another word, she held the phone up to her ear. The look in her eyes dared me to be rude while she was on the phone. And not the good kind of dare. Yeah, I held my tongue because I was a little frightened of this woman.
Few words were spoken and it gave me no clue as to what was going to happen next.
She got up and walked out of the room, only to come back a few minutes later carrying a hanger that held a suit. No, this wasn’t a fancy one like what I wore. It looked more like a uniform than anything. A basic black jacket and slacks. Tucked inside the jacket was a boring, pressed white shirt with plain buttons.
“You look about Dustin’s size. You can change into this.” She carefully laid the suit out on the end of the bed. “I think it would be best to just throw that one out.”
She was clearly talking about the ripped up, blood-soaked one I was wearing. Getting rid of this outfit was a must at this point.
“We will have to wait a couple of hours for when security changes,” she said as she mindlessly ran her hand over the already smooth material of the jacket. “Then I can get you out without anyone questioning how you got in.”
“I’m guessing you have a plan?” I asked and tried to sit up.
Fuck, everything hurt. I didn’t have a clue how I was going to get out of the building let alone drive myself across a few state lines.
Now was not the time to be a bitch.
I could hear The Hunter in the back of my head telling me to suck it up.
“I’ve hired a new driver. Dustin is training him today,” she replied without an ounce of hesitation.
“Okay.” I drew out the word as I tried to figure out what that meant. “What does that have to do with the plan?”
She stopped stroking the fabric and looked at me with a flat expression.
“Youare the new person I’vehired. Dustin is my driver, so therefore, he would be the one to train you how I liked to be driven around.”
“Oh, right.” I wanted to blame the pain for the reason I was a little dense right now but I’d just completely missed that whole thing. “Got it. So you can get me out and to the street?”
“You do have a car, right?”
“I do,” I said with a nod. Now, where did I park it? “It’s, uh, across the street somewhere.”
She let out a sigh and shook her head.
