Page 38 of Live for Me

At me.

She was smiling at me.

Me

Good night, angel.

The next day did, in fact, prove to be a disaster.

“Explain to me again how I’m supposed to just pick this kid out of the crowd,” I whispered. I’d been sitting in the outdoor seating area of this beachfront bar for the last twenty minutes, just watching the flow of people in all directions.

“We’ll help you,” Indy said in my ear at the same time that Memphis said, “He’s heading your direction now.”

This was going to be an absolute fucking nightmare having to listen to both at the same time.

“We’re pretty sure it’s his phone that we’re tracking,” Memphis said.

“How sure ispretty sure?” I asked quietly.

“Well, you’ll know in a couple minutes if you just wait patiently, won’t you?” she snapped.

“Feels like there’s a chance that you’re about to tell me you’ve sent me all the way to the South Carolina for the wrong cell phone,” I said.

“That would suggest thatIam wrong,” she said. “That doesn’t really happen.”

What the fuck happened to the overly shy girl from that hotel room? From the text messages? She was an entirely different person once she shifted into work mode.

“There’s a security camera to your right. At the edge of the building, just under the soffit,” Indy said. “Feel free to at least wave at us if you’re going to roll your eyes that hard.”

This was the job of my nightmares.

“There,” Memphis said. “The white ball cap, black shorts. He’ll be walking in front of you in a couple seconds. I think that’s him.”

“The surfer kid?” I asked and laughed. “Isn’t his nameMontana?”

“In his defense, cowboy, you’re the one who looks out of place at the edge of abeach,” Indy said.

“Being from Utah doesn’t make me a cowboy,” I said.

“No,” Indy agreed. “But the big ass truck, the boots, the accent, the tan, the demeanor, the music?—”

“Okay. Thank you. I get it.”

“Just follow him for a minute,” Memphis said quickly. “He’s on a job now. I’m almost positive that’s him. Watch him and see if he does anything that suggests he’s working.”

I waited until the surfer boy walked a good distance by me before I stood to follow him. It wouldn’t be difficult to go unnoticed while I tailed him in this ever-flowing crowd of tourists.

Except the moment that I stood from my table and made my way to the sidewalk, he stopped dead in his tracks to turn just his head to look over his shoulder.

“The fuck?” I whispered.

“What’s wrong?” Memphis asked immediately.

I couldn’t just stop and talk while he was looking my way. The rest of the crowd was walking. Suddenly standing still would’ve been wildly suspicious…just like how I felt about his current behavior. His hat prevented me from knowing if he was looking directly at me, but I continued walking toward him. Before I was really close enough to tell, he darted across the street to the other sidewalk and continued in the same direction.

“Could you see him from that camera?” I asked quietly.

“Can’t see either of you right now,” Indy said.

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