Page 52 of Bullseye
“Hey!” Seth calls from the passenger’s seat.
“Hey. Thanks for coming.” Walking to them quickly, I furrow my brow, trying to figure out why Harry is here. He’s too good of a guy to get mixed up in this. Besides, with the life he’s had, he deserves a break from this kind of shit.
Did Seth tell him?
Seth’s sitting there with some kind of old-fashioned spy contraption that looks more like an old metal suitcase than it does anything high tech. On closer inspection, I can tell it’s a computer, but one I’ve never seen before.
Harry jumps out of the driver’s seat and rushes around to my side. Walking at me with his shoulders broad, I have to take a step back to maintain some distance. Christ, will this be the second fight I get in today with one of my brothers from the Steel Knights? And this time with my best friend?
But I don’t have time for this.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me what was going on?” Harry’s pissed.
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He stands to his full height, and I have to turn my chin up slightly to look him in the eye.
Clamping my hand on his shoulder, I move him backward. “Bullet, you know I love you like a brother, but there are some things that even brothers can’t share.”
“Bullshit.”
“And even if I could, I don’t have time right now.”
“Make time,” he demands.
“I can’t.”
Ignoring Harry, I jog up to Seth. Pushing the door open, he moves his body so he’s facing outward, toward me.
“How does the shoulder feel?” I ask.
“Hurts like a mother.”
I’d nearly forgotten about his bandaged shoulder and his arm in a sling. I can’t believe all that happened only a few hours ago.
“It’s freaking hard to type one-handed,” he mumbles. Glancing up at me, he asks, “Do you have the number?”
Holding up my phone, I show him Seneca’s number. He starts typing furiously.
Harry comes up behind me. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve got a hit.” Seth turns the computer to show me a screen with a red blip. “She’s on Interstate ten. Heading east.”
“Toward fucking New York,” I mumble. Looking at him, we make eye contact. “I may need to be gone for a while.Will you keep tabs on her for me? I'll make sure to check in.”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“And Harry says you’re really good with the books. Can you pick up some of my weight as Treasurer? Just so he’s not stuck doing it all?”
Seth glances at Harry and then looks at me. “Yeah. You got it.” He holds up his good hand, and we lock hands in the air, nodding to one another.
Turning and passing by Bullet, I rush over to my truck. He beats me back, blocking my way. He’s fuming.
“What’s going on?”
“I have to find Seneca.”
