Sebastian walking into your shop wasn’t a coincidence, Ivy.
I don’t want to listen to my conscience, but I can’t seem to drown it out anymore, either.
Be smart, Ivy. He’s not really a bodyguard, is he . . .
Fields’s voice finally overpowers my dark worries. “. . . I know this is a bit of a shock to your system. Do you have someone picking you up?”
“My . . .” What is he? “. . . Friend. You know him.”
He scans the case folder still tucked under his arm. “Gregory. Or Greg? Yeah.”
What? “No. Sebastian.”
He frowns. “Then, no. Don’t know him. I only met the guy at the house the night of the robbery. Anyway, let me know if you need anything, and keep your phone close to you because I’m going to call as soon as we’ve picked up these guys,” he throws over his shoulder, already on his way back to work.
He leaves me standing inside the front doors.
Sebastian gave the cops a fake name. Or is Sebastian the fake name?
No, his parents called him Sebastian.
I shake my head. I think I’ve reached my limit with that guy for today. The last thing I want to do is see him right now. Let him run his errands. He can come find me and explain shit when he’s done. And if he doesn’t want to explain?
I’m done.
Even as I tell myself that, I know I’m lying. All he has to do is tell me the truth and I’ll accept it, I’m sure of it.
But I am going to make him work for it. At least a bit.
I push through the glass doors, intent on defying Sebastian and hailing a cab to Black Rabbit. I’m almost at the sidewalk before I see Bobby’s hairy face. My feet falter. “What are you doing here?” Besides Sebastian, he’s the last person I want to talk to right now, given how I saw—and heard—way too much of him only hours ago.
“I need you to come with me.”
“What?” I snort. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He heaves a sigh, like he was expecting this. “Your guy asked me to come get you.”
Okay, now I know he’s full of shit. “No, he didn’t. He doesn’t trust you.”
“Well, I guess he trusts me enough right now.”
I grab my phone and quickly hit Dial on Sebastian’s number. It goes to automated voice mail. I can’t even leave a message. It’s been turned off.
What the hell is going on? Sebastian expected me to call when I was finished so he could pick me up, so why is his phone now off? Did these guys do something to him? Did they finally get even for him embarrassing them so badly?
Bobby’s heavy boots scrape against the concrete as he closes the distance. All calm, like he’s approaching a wild animal, and an edge of unease settles in. I glance around. A few people mill about. There are security cameras in front of the precinct, pointing down this way. Are they too far?
“Don’t make this hard, Ivy.” Bobby reaches out and grabs my puny biceps. I can’t break free.
He opens the door to the pickup truck. Carl’s behind the wheel.
“I’m going to scream.” This is an obvious abduction. Why is no one doing anything?
Bobby’s hand slaps over my mouth in answer, and then his large arm ropes around me, pinning my arms down. I squirm and kick, and sink my teeth into his fingers, but it’s to no avail. In no time I’m lifted and stuffed into the middle of the truck. Bobby slams the door shut, and the truck is roaring to life and heading down the street.
“Did you have to bite me? Fuck!” Bobby yells. “I’m bleeding!”
I open my mouth to let out an ear-piercing scream, when a familiar gruff voice from behind steals my breath.
“Ivy, Jesus! We’re not going to hurt you!” Moe sits in the extended cab. He reaches over the seat to cuff Bobby in the head. “What the hell did you say to her?”
“Nothin’! I told you she was gonna be a pain in the ass.” To me, he demands, “Gimme your phone.”
“No.”
He snatches my purse out of my hand and roots around until he’s found it. Rolling down the window, he tosses it out.
“Why the hell did you do that?” I yell.