Page 38 of Kent's Honor
“And your boyfriend?” Tissue Man asked.
She swallowed. Kent knew more than she did about whatever Daniel was up to, but she didn’t know how much or if she shouldsay anything. She didn’t want to make matters worse. “I really don’t know.”
“Get him on the phone.” Tissue Man chucked the phone in her direction.
“But this isn’t my cell.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t reach him,” Tissue Man said.
“What are you waiting for?” Blues Eyes picked up the gun and pointed it at her.
She fumbled with the phone, dropping it twice, trying to remember the passcode.
“9845,” Elle whispered.
Sucking in a deep breath, she called her cell, praying Kent would answer.
He did on the first ring.
“Dixie? Are you okay? Is Elle okay?”
“Put it on speaker.” Tissue Man pushed back his chair and stomped across the room.
“We’re okay,” Dixie said, setting the phone on the table. “Scared.”
“Elle. Can Elle hear me?”
“Daddy!” Elle cried.
“That’s enough,” Tissue Man ordered. “Tell me what you know about the Feds tailing Daniel.”
“I don’t know anything,” Kent’s voice boomed from the speaker.
“We don’t believe you, and unless you want to me to start cutting off fingers and toes, you better get straight with us,” Blue Eyes said.
Elle whimpered, hugging Dixie in a death grip.
“Shhhhh, sweetie.”
“You touch my kid, and I’ll kill you,” Kent said. “That’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”
“Tell me what I want to know, and no harm will come to her,” Tissue Man said with a much calmer voice.
Dixie didn’t believe that statement for a second. Her stomach twisted and churned like she’d downed a jug of bad milk. She needed to find a way to get her and Elle out of this house, and soon.
“All I know was that when my contact started tailing Daniel, the FBI was already on him. That’s all I know.”
“All right. Your guy still nearby?” Tissue Man asked.
“He backed off, but can’t be more than thirty minutes away,” Kent said.
“What are you doing?” Blue Eyes said in a hushed tone.
Tissue Man waved him off.
“Put him back on. We’re going to create a diversion. I’ll be in touch.” Tissue Man bent down and tapped the screen.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Blue Eyes furrowed his forehead.
