Page 93 of My Revenant
Henrik made a pensive noise. “And what will you do when you find him?”
“I need to get something back. Something he stole.”
“And if he doesn’t want to give it back. What will you do?”
“I’ll get it back,” I said, knowing it wasn’t exactly a plan, but I didn’t have one of those yet. “Can you take me to him or not?”
“I can.”
I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. “When?” I prompted.
“One hour. I’ll pick you up. Where are you?”
“I’m um… I’ll be at the diner,” I told him, because I didn’t want him to know where I lived. I might have been asking him for help, but that didn’t mean I trusted the guy. As Becca’s contact name had aptly referred to him: Really Fucking BAD Idea.
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Um…” I honestly hadn’t thought I’d even get this far. “No?”
The line cut out as he hung up on me. I had nothing else to say to him, but it still pissed me off.
I turned and made the short trip back to my dad’s house, knowing he’d already be at work. There was something I had to get first.
It was exactly one hour after the call that I heard the roar of a bike pulling into the Cozy Cow parking lot. I was leaning against the bricks outside, smoking from a pack of cigarettes I’d bought with money I found on Dad’s kitchen table. They didn’t taste as good as the ones Dex rolled.
I knew little about bikes, but Henrik’s suited him. He was a big, intimidating man, and his bike was no different. It was all black andmuchbigger than the bike Dex rode. Still, I hadn’t expected he’d come here onthat. Not when he was supposed to take me to Bates.
He left the engine running as he pulled his helmet off, spotting me and staring. Assuming he was waiting for me to come over to him, I stomped out the cigarette before doing just that. “You don’t have a car?”
“I do.”
“Why didn’t you bring it?”
“Bike’s faster.”
I was already regretting this entire idea. “But there’s… two of us?”
“Wow, nothing gets past you, does it?” he said, sounding overly impressed. I scowled, not appreciating the sarcasm. He seemed amused by it, and that just pissed me off more. “Show me your weapon.”
That snapped me out of the indignant tirade building in my throat. “My what?”
“Weapon, Einstein. You want me to take you to Bates, no? You’re not planning on just talking to him, I assume. So show me what you have.”
Heat crept up my neck. The weight in my pocket felt like it was burning a hole through the leather as I looked around us to make sure no one was nearby. When I was satisfied, I pulled out my father’s pistol. The thing was old, and to my knowledge had never been used, but it was loaded, and I just hoped I didn’t have to find out whether it worked or not.
Henrik glanced at it, his lips twitching as he tried not to smile. “Are we going to shoot him?”
“What? No, I mean, I don’t know. Maybe. If he doesn’t give back what he took.”
Henrik nodded slowly. “Okay, Rabbit.”
“Don’t call me that.”
He put his hand up to quiet me. “Just making sure we’re on the same page. You want to find him, talk to him, threaten himmaybe with that toy, get back what he took, and then just walk away? Is that the plan? You think any of the Drakes will just hand something over because you have a very small gun, and then let you leave with no consequences?”
Embarrassment and rage bubbled in my core.
“You’ve never even shot a gun before,” he continued.
