Page 151 of With A Little Luck
Rather than nod his agreement, David continues to wail.
My patience has disintegrated.
Placing the drill down on the table next to the chair David is strapped to, I peruse my options.
“You’re rushing things because you don’t want to be here in the first place.” Easton moves closer. “Breaking someone’s will to live takes time.”
I do, in fact, know all of that.
David still has some delusional level of hope that Costa will magically care about his survival and come to his rescue. Or he believes that we’ll fuck up, leaving him the perfect opportunity to escape.
Killing hope takes longer than it does to destroy a body. Hurrying through the process could put him into shock. He could die prematurely, but I’m not convinced he knows anything all that helpful to begin with.
Calder has already checked over the electronics that came from the house Easton, Valor, and I hit. If there was nocommunication trail indicating where Costa is, I doubt he shared that knowledge with this waste of space in person.
“Keir and I will handle this.” Easton claps me on the shoulder, and the annoying surgical gown crinkles. “You’ve been here for hours. Go home and spend some time with Quincy. Focus on learning how to exist with your new packmates. If we learn anything actionable…” He chuckles darkly. “I won’t even lie and say I’ll call you because I probably won’t. Believe it or not, I have an entire company full of capable employees.”
“You called me here for a reason,” I growl, shoving his arm away and stepping back.
“I thought you might like to burn off some of your frustration related to Quincy and Ridge bonding. However, your job is to keep Ridge alive. Having you here means I have to have another team watching his house,” Easton says calmly. “He warned me Costa would be a problem if we didn’t take him out simultaneously with his twin. I was stubborn. This entire situation could have been avoided if I had listened.”
Perhaps I should pull out my phone and record this for Ridge. I’m fairly sure it’s the only way he’ll ever get to hear Easton admit that he was wrong.
“Take the listing for the higher bounty if you haven’t?—”
“I have,” I say, cutting him off. “But there’s been no communication.”
“Well, all we can do is wait and see when Costa pops his head out next,” Easton says, pointing at the door. “Get out. You have mere weeks before Quincy will give birth, and if you’re serious about sticking around?—”
“I am,” I growl, cutting him off again.
“Then, might I suggest you invest some time building relationships with the people you intend to spend the rest of your life with.”
My eyes narrow, and I exhale heavily.
Everyone is pushing the limits of my kindness today.
Goddammit.
David is lucky Easton intervened.
I really need to kill someone.
How Easton thought it would be a good idea to offer up Shaw as my driver is a mystery to me. At least the man can follow instructions, even if he’s obnoxiously chatty.
It’s fully dark when he parks near the back gate. Quincy’s backyard has very little lighting. It’s one of the features that I used to my advantage when sneaking in, but my companion trips over a rock and barely makes it up the back steps without face-planting.
We enter Quincy’s house, and luckily Shaw branches off.
Quincy was rushed due to the circumstances of Ridge being shot, and my goal is to grab additional items to help her feel more at home.
Costa knows where her house is located, so we stay on alert, but according to the security feeds, no one has been inside since we were last here.
The faint scent of pee draws me toward the downstairs bathroom, and I frown. In the heat of the moment, I tossed several towels over the puddle and found Quincy alternate clothing and a washcloth to do the bare minimum for cleaning up. It was the best I could offer in triage mode, but she’ll be embarrassed if she comes back to find this mess.
I sigh, strip off my gloves, shove them into my pocket, and go in search of bleach or some type of tile cleaner. I’m not sure what Shaw does as I clean, but he doesn’t hover, and that’s good enough for me.
It’s not glamorous work.
