Page 40 of Back in the Saddle

Homer nodded, glanced at me, dipped his chin, then moved to the passenger door on the driver’s side.

“I’ll help look for bags,” Harlow mumbled and went inside.

This left me with Eric.

“Who called you?” I asked.

“Tonight,” was his bizarre, uninformative reply.

“What?”

“I gotta get these guys back, and Cap and I were in the middle of something. We’ll talk tonight.”

We would?

“Later, Jess,” he said and started to move away.

Just like that.

No further info.

No “Hey, great day yesterday. Let’s do it again sometime.”

He was just walking away.

Whatever.

Though, we weren’t done.

I caught his forearm, and he stopped. “Do you know what a Street Warrior is?”

He shook his head, then said, “Never heard of it. And don’t give me any shit. I know you wanted to go this alone, but that cat is way the fuck out of the bag, so it’s gonna happen. With that I mean, I’m gonna find out.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you pissed?”

“They walked right to your place of business, Jess.”

Oh shit.

They had. I hadn’t thought of that.

I also hadn’t ever mentioned where I worked.

But…theyhad.

They’d walked miles, just to give me a little information about Jeff.

Damn.

I was about to cry again.

Eric saved me from that emotion.

“Please tell me you didn’t share that intel,” Eric demanded.

“Of course not,” I replied, openly affronted.

“Someone did,” he stated.

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