Page 160 of Ly to Me
“Fifteen minutes,” I repeated, cutting Grant off. “Park in the back. Don’t be late.” I hung up and went back inside. Setting Lyra’s phone to silent, I put it on her nightstand, then got dressed quietly and kissed her forehead. I sent out a text from my phone before I got into my truck and left.
Minutes later, I was standing in the back lot of my empty bar.
Grant rubbed his eyes as he leaned against the tailgate of his truck.
“Time to wake up.”
“Fuck that. You ruined the best dream,” Grant murmured.
“The man who assaulted my wife is still alive.”
My friend straightened. “Who?”
“Doesn’t matter. He’s about to be dead.” I held up my phone with the map displayed. “Need you to take me here.”
“This isn’t Jamie, is it?”
I shook my head. “Give me your phone. I’ll leave it in my truck.” The last thing I needed was a slip-up. Phones tracked people, tracked call logs and messages—
No. Nothing was getting in the way of this.
“Plan on leavin’ a mess?” he asked.
“If that’s what is needed.”
He slid his phone into my hand, then put both our phones inside my glove box. When I came back to get into his truck, he asked, “Anyone else make it on your hit list for her?”
I slid into the passenger seat. “Not yet.”
Grant snorted. “That wasn’t very convincing.” I glared at him. “Okay, fine. Won’t ask. But if this guy is in hospice, then isn’t he close to death anyway?”
“The call I got this morning let me know that might not be the case anymore.”
He started up the truck and pulled out from my bar’s lot. “Should’ve killed him while he was closer to it.”
“I didn’t know where he—”
Grant put his hand up. “Don’t tell me shit. It’s better if I don’t know. Just worry about not leaving any evidence behind. I’ve got gloves I use at the shop in my glovebox.”
I pulled out a few and pocketed them without a word.
Grant rapped his fingers on the wheel. “Is there a plan for if you get caught?”
“My lawyer knows what to do if that happens.” Which was pretty straight-forward. Everything I had also had Lyra’s name on it. Everything was hers. But I’d be damned if I left her like that, which was exactly why I’d called Grant. He’d fucked up before and would know how to avoid it again if it came down to that. “You’re going to make sure that it doesn't.”
He snorted. “I’ll do my bestifyou get her friend to come back to town.”
I slid my eyes to him, keeping my head toward the road. “Deal.”
“Good.” He beamed. “As soon as you can.”
“Unfinished business?”
“You could say that.”
I gave a single nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’m helping you take someone out. Least you could do is throw in her number, too.”
