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“Having lunch. Why?”
“Where specifically are you having lunch?”
Olive frowned at the odd question. “The Oasis Diner on Main Street. Tevin, what’s going on?”
“I’m in Oasis and on my way to you right now.”
The words hit her like a cold splash of water. “You’rewhat? Why are you here?”
“Because you’re in over your head, Olive. Way over your head.” An engine revved in the background.
Olive imagined Tevin in a vehicle, driving fast. The image didn’t make her feel any better.
“I’ve been digging deeper into those financial records,” Tevin continued. “And what I found . . . well, we need to talk. Face-to-face.”
Jason looked up from his burger and seemed to note the change in Olive’s expression. He squinted as if curious—and cautious.
“Listen, you and Jason are walking into something that’s going to get you killed if you don’t have all the information,” Tevin continued.
Olive’s grip tightened on the phone. “What kind of information?”
“The kind I can’t discuss over the phone. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
The line went dead.
Olive stared at her phone a moment before looking up at Jason. “That was Tevin.”
Jason’s brow furrowed. “I gathered that. What did he want?”
“He’s here. In Oasis. Says he’s on his way to the diner right now because we’re in over our heads.” Olive set her phone down and rubbed her temples. “He found something in those financial records that he says we need to know.”
Jason’s expression grew serious. “Something he couldn’t tell you over the phone.”
“Apparently.” Olive looked at the diner’s front window. “He sounded . . . I don’t know. He almost sounded scared. That’s not like him.”
“And he flew all the way to Texas to tell you in person.”
“Seems that way.” Olive continued pushing her salad around her plate, her appetite completely gone.
Suddenly, she couldn’t sit still—and she definitely couldn’t eat.
She stood from the booth. “Excuse me a minute. I’m going to run to the restroom.”
“I’ll keep an eye out for Tevin.” Jason was already scanning the parking lot through the window.
Olive nodded before stepping away.
Part of her dreaded hearing whatever Tevin had learned. But if she had to hear some uncomfortable information in order to get to the truth, then so be it.
It was time to face reality head-on.
CHAPTER 47
Olive pushed open the door and stepped inside the bathroom, grateful for a moment of quiet to process everything.
The diner’s restroom was small and dimly lit, with faded floral wallpaper and a mirror that had seen better days. There was only one stall and a small sink.
And it was quiet.
