Page 135 of In Death, Love Survives
“Who did Toby know?”
“I don’t know.Really.”
“Eddie, now is not the time to protect your friend,” Caleb adds.
“You don’t think I know that?” Eddie shrieks.
He falls forward and rests his head in both of his hands.
“Fuck. I wish I had never heard this conversation,” Eddie whispers.
“Well, you did. Now here’s what you’re going to do. Call Toby. Find out what you can. Don’t let on.”
Eddie’s head shoots up.
“You aren’t going to kill me?” he asks.
Wolfe and Caleb chuckle.
I really don’t know if that’s something they’ve done in the past or not, and part of me doesn’t want to know.
“Kill you, man? Who do you think we are?” Wolfe asks.
He runs a hand through his hair as he shakes his head.
“Right. Sorry,” Eddie stammers.
“Get out of here. Report back to Caleb what you find out. And do it soon. We’re out of time,” Wolfe finishes.
“I will. I promise.”
Eddie gets up from his chair and scampers out of the room. Caleb and Wolfe just grin at each other.
“Kill him? He’s a fucking brother.”
“That boy doesn’t know his left foot from his right,” Caleb says.
“Hey now,” I chime in.
“Sorry. That wasn’t very… nice,” Caleb says.
“Think he’ll get anything out of Toby?” Wolfe asks.
“Probably not, but he’ll try at least.”
Wolfe looks at me thoughtfully, trying to figure out what he should do.
“I think I’m going to call my friend to help.”
Wolfe looks over at Caleb, who nods.
“I think that’s a good idea.”
“And who is this friend?” I ask.
“An acquaintance. I’ll ask if he knows anything about this. If he doesn’t, then no harm, no foul.”
“Got it.”
