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ELI
“I swear to God, I’m going to throttle this mechanic,” Scottie said as he walked into the room. “He’s a fucking drunk.”
“Then why don’t you call someone else?” I asked.
“Don’t you think I would if I could?” He sighed, sitting down in a chair. “Cash is gonna kill me.”
“He can’t do that. Not until you’re back, anyway.” My phone rang and I pulled it out, frowning when I saw his name on the screen. “Well, shit. That’s not good.”
“It’s him?” Scottie asked, panic lacing his voice.
“I just talked to him. Why is he calling back?”
“Answer the phone and find out, dickhead,” Red snapped.
“Don’t answer!” Scottie shouted. “I can’t take the pressure.”
“I can’t just not answer,” I argued. “It’s my ass on the line.”
“It’s his plane and he will kill me,” Scottie pleaded.
“Like he doesn’t know that you’re stalling,” Red snorted. “Answer the goddamn phone!”
The pressure built up until I pressed the answer button. “Yeah?”
“Tell me you’re leaving within the hour.”
I glanced at Scottie, who was holding his head in his hands. The poor bastard looked like he was going to throw up, and this time it had nothing to do with being airborne. “I would love to tell you that, but that would require our plane to be functioning.”
“I just got a call from the police chief. He wants to know where our witness is. Do you know what I had to tell him?”
“That she’s resting from the trauma?” I said warily.
“I told him she would be back today. Do you hear me, Eli? Today. Get your asses back here.”
“Boss, the plane—”
“I don’t care about the goddamn plane. Take a boat. Swim if you have to. Hell, get some pigeons, lasso them together, and fly the fuck out of there!”
“I’m not sure pigeons would be strong enough,” I said stupidly.
“Do you want me to shoot you when you get back?”
“I’m going to take that as a rhetorical question and not answer.”
“When you took Sarah from the crime scene, you said you would get me answers. So far, I have zero answers and one very pissed-off police chief.”
“Yeah…” I said slowly. “If it makes you feel any better, she’s a real pain in the ass.”
Kavanaugh walked in the door, slamming it behind him. I didn’t see Kavanaugh too upset very often, so whatever pissed him off had to be bad.
“Boss, let me call you back.”
“No—”
I hung up and jerked my head at Kavanaugh. “Something wrong?”
He narrowed his eyes at me, jabbing a finger in my direction. “You want to know what’s wrong? Why don’t you tell your girlfriend to keep her mouth shut.”
