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“If you know what he is, you should know.”
“I want to know from you, about you, and I don’t believe your mother knows, or she wouldn’t be sending me away.”
“Gabe, I—”
I kiss her. “Can take care of yourself. I know. But then who’s going to take care of me and Dexter?”
Her eyes soften. “You.”
“You,” I whisper. “Hurry. Pack up. I’m going to go downstairs and look for some booze. Point me in the right direction.”
“Your apartment. I don’t have any.”
“My apartment. That works for me.” I run my knuckles down her cheek before turning away.
I walk downstairs and once I’m there, I enter the kitchen, which is a respectable size considering the rest of her apartment, complete with a long granite island where I sit down. I send a text to Lulu, asking for a number for Abbie’s mother, and then remember she’s on vacation. Fuck. I send her a “forget it” message and then text Reid:I have this situation with Abbie handled. Stay away from it.
His reply is instant. He calls. “We’re just now about to leave for the airport. We were delayed.”
“Fuck. You’re coming back, aren’t you?”
“We talked about this. Yes. We are.”
“Change of plan. Keep your new wife out of the country. Non-negotiable.”
“Oh fuck. What are you about to do?”
“Whatever it takes. Her asshole ex broke into her place and left a message.”
“I’m coming back.”
“Reid—”
“I get it. I know you. I know you don’t exaggerate danger. Which is why I’m coming back and why I’ll leave my wife behind.”
“She’s not going to let that happen.”
“I’ll come up with a way to make her listen. I’ll see you in fifteen hours.” He hangs up.
I grimace.
Fuck. I need to work fast before he’s here and I can’t make the phone call I need to make. Lulu pretends not to get my “forget it” messages. She sends me the number I wanted for Abbie’s mom, because she’s amazing, which I’ll show her with a bonus. Now that I have what I need, I step into the hallway and dial it.
“Hello?” she answers on the first ring.
“Why, if you know Kenneth is dangerous, would you tell Abbie to stay away from me?”
“Gabe,” she says softly.
“Answer.”
“Because the best way to ruin a good thing is with an old good thing that was never good. He’s going to come after you to hurt her.”
“And you think he won’t come after her if I’m not involved?”
“He won’t care when we sell the property to him. This is all about the property.”
That gives me pause. “Why does he want it?”
