Page 49 of Durango

Listening to Nancy go on and on is mind-numbing.

Moose limps into view.

“Moose,” I call out.

He turns toward me, and I walk away from the room so the women won’t hear me.

“Hey, I need you to take over for a bit. If you’re up for it.” I nod at his leg.

Moose nods. “Yeah, I can do that. You’ve been there for a long time.”

Four hours, to be exact. But who’s counting? Yeah, I am. I wouldn’t ask Moose normally, considering his injury, but there is a chair to sit on, and I don’t think I can take another word from Nancy at this point.

“Thanks.” I step away before he can change his mind.

I walk toward the kitchen and spot Davis standing next to Harding, holding the car keys.

“I’ll be quick,” Davis says, and then she is out the door.

“Son of a bitch,” Harding says.

“What’s going on?”

She shakes her head. “She’s running out to get us food. Like we’re on some sort of vacation and not hiding for our lives.” She turns to me. “Is anyone watching Sylvia and Nancy?”

“Moose took over. Hey, are you aware that Moose is fluent in Russian?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. “Why was I not told this?”

“I wasn’t, either. He said he learned it from his grandmother. He heard everything Damien told me. Which, by the way, we need to discuss.”

She crosses her arms. “And what did Damien tell you?”

“A lot. Including coordinates for where the weapons are.”

Her nostrils flare, which means she’s angry I haven’t told her sooner.

“Why didn’t you tell me this the moment we arrived at this house? Or on the plane?”

I arch a brow. “Well, for one, this is the first opportunity I’ve had to speak with you alone.”

“You could have made one.”

“No, I couldn’t. On the plane, too many could have overheard. We weren’t here very long before Davis showed up. And she’s been glued to your side from what I could hear down the hallway.”

Harding leans against the kitchen table. “You’re right. I should have debriefed you first, but I’ve been working to make sure we are all safe. Since we don’t know who killed Damien, we have no idea if we are in danger.” Her brow furrows. “Did Damien tell you who he was working for?”

“Yes, someone named Stanvich. Does that name mean anything to you?”

She pushes off the table and steps up next to me. “Stanvich? You’re sure that’s the name he said?”

“Very sure.”

She turns away. “Shit.”

“Who is he?”

“A thorn in my side for the past ten years. This isn’t his first weapons heist. He’s always one step ahead, and despite attempts, no one has been able to capture or stop him. What else did Damien tell you?”

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