I sit up straighter, clicking on my laptop to bring the screen to life. “No, not since the meeting. He gave me the cell phone and now I’m waiting for his call.”
“Did you find anything on the cell?” Dean asks, leaning forward and placing his hands on the table.
My lip quirks up and I move my eyes to him. “It has a tracker in it.”
“Thought as much,” he answers.
Both Luke and Dean followed me to the meeting; having my back in case anything went wrong. I knew it wouldn’t though because I had a feeling that he’d want for me to show him my skills in some way.
“Did you take it out?” Ty asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “I pinged it so that it would be on the other side of town.
Dean smirks and holds his fist out to me. He’s into the tech side of things too; not as much as me, but he’s still into it.
“I think we need to start thinking about protection,” Ty says, running his hand along his jaw.
“Protection?” Kay asks, her eyes widening and then moving to me as her hand unconsciously strokes the top of Monty’s head.
“Yeah. He’s not gonna let you go around without having someone following you.”
I flit my eyes away, knowing that they’ve already been following me, but I haven’t told Ty that yet.
“Dammit, Evan!”
“What?” I ask, my face blank, not showing a single emotion.
“They’re following you, aren’t they?”
I shrug. I’ve been handling it this far, and I know they’re only trying to work out who I am.
“Luke, Dean? You’re on Evan watch, wherever he goes, you go.”
“They haven’t been watching me for the last day or so,” I tell him.
“I don’t give a shit,” he thunders, standing up. He storms across the warehouse and slams the office door closed behind him.
I turn my head slowly back to the table and take in all of their faces. None of them look pleased with me, but it doesn’t matter because I’m not the kind of person that needs other people to protect me.
My car is practically a fort in itself, so there’s no way anyone would be able to get into it if I didn’t want them to.
“Great,” Luke groans. “I’m stuck with him again.” I ignore Luke’s dig: he’s the one who spends the most time with Dean and yet he s
till can’t stand to be around him.
I look down at my wrist—even though I don’t have a watch—and say, “I better get—”
I’m cut off by the sound of my cell ringing out; only it’s not my cell, it’s the one Darrell gave me.
I pick it up gingerly, almost scared to answer it as my mind runs away with thoughts on what he’ll want me to do for him this time.
“Hello?” I say when I’ve pressed the answer call button.
“Evan.” I open my mouth to say yes but he beats me to it. “I’ll message you coordinates, be there in two days, six a.m.”
The line goes dead and I pull the cell away from my ear, frowning at it and watching as a message pops up with coordinates.
“What did he say?” Luke asks, standing up and reading the message from over my shoulder. “Coordinates?”