He raised his gaze to the ceiling then back to her. “Okay, this is our last conversation. I’m not going to be a stalker. You come to me when you know what you want.” He turned his back on her without waiting for a response.
She sat there and stared ahead. What an awful person she was.
Her phone rang. She saw the caller and clicked in. “Hi, Diego.”
“I’ve got some news. Bad news that you need to know about.”
“I can come over to your mother’s.”
“I’m not there. I’m back at my house.”
“That was quick.”
“I’m sending Will Kirkland over to your house. He’ll explain everything.”
“Diego…”
“Just go home and wait for him at your house.”
“All right. I’m leaving school now.”
She pulled into her driveway at the same time another car drove in behind her. Will Kirkland. He was in Diego’s class, so she knew him.
“Hi, Will.”
“Annie. Good to see you again.”
“Come inside.”
They sat in the sunny kitchen.
“Can I get your something?” His blond hair sparkled in the sunlight coming through the window. His blue gaze was direct.
“No, thanks. I need to tell you what’s happening with Diego.”
“I’m starting to worry.”
“Somebody threw a brick through his window.”
“Oh.” She frowned. “Do you know who?”
“No but the police think it might be related to the gang he took out when he got wounded.”
“Oh no.” Her heart clutched. “He’s not safe?”
“Now he is. He went back home and has a police guard. Somebody will be there 24/7. He left his mother’s house to keep her safe. He wants you to stay away from him.”
Well, that would solve her problems.
But she couldn’t. Finally, she said, “I will. But I want to see him one more time.”
“Not a good idea.”
“You can get me in there. Maybe at night. Maybe through the back or something.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll drive myself over.”