Page 120 of Last Man Standing

So call me! Tell me that way.

A tap-tap-tap at the window scares the crap out of me, my eyes swinging up to a not-very-smiley Sebastion as he asks, without words, what my problem is.

I slam my hand against my pounding chest and gulp for fresh air before I pass out.

Beyond loud grunts and shouted go’s, I can’t hear the guys outside, which means Sebastion wouldn’t be able to hear me, even if I decided to speak. So I don’t bother. Instead, I shake my head and look back down at my phone.

Lincoln:

I can’t call you either. But I might be coming to see you soon.

Another tap on the window brings my eyes up, then Sebastion points at his wrist. He’s not wearing a watch, but when he holds up five fingers, I get the message he’s giving. He’ll be done in five minutes.

Nodding, I brush him off a second time and go back to my brother.

Me:

Coming to see me where?? HERE? Do you know where here is?

Lincoln:

When it’s time, I’ll call Tank and have him lead me in. He’ll be pissy about it, but he’ll fucking do it. Because I’m pretty sure I have information for him, too.

Me:

LINCOLN! You’re killing me over here. Give me a hint.

Lincoln:

You’re being dramatic, Scar. Chill the hell out or I won’t give you updates, ever.

The CI said something that made me think of something else. That something else led me to someone else. I plan to meet that person tomorrow. I called Mills to line it up.

Me:

You called Mills??

Ugh!

Lincoln:

What?

Me:

I talked to him earlier today, too. But I said this whole thing has basically blown over, and nothing is coming of it.

So now he’s gonna know I lied. Again!

Lincoln:

That’ll teach you for talking about a team sport without consulting the team, dumbo.

It’s fine. He’s been here since the dawn of time, remember? He knows you lie when you’re scared to admit something spooked you.

I’ll let you know once it’s done tomorrow. Other than that, take a fuckin’ breath.

How’s it going with Dipshit over there, anyway? Come to your senses and dump his ass yet?