I gave a small nod and held his gaze for a second. That answer fit too easily, like he’d said it before. It didn’t change anything, but it told me how he saw this. I tipped my head toward my car after that.
“What happens to that?” I asked.
“Not your concern,” he said.
That made sense.
He stepped closer then, not crowding me, just taking the space he needed to keep control. The gun stayed low, never raised, but never out of the moment either. He didn’t need to move it to make the point clear. That part was already settled.
“You’re going to walk,” he said.
“Where?” I asked.
“That way,” he said.
I followed the line of his chin and saw the truck. It sat close enough that it had been part of this from the start. I hadn’t seen it pull in, and that didn’t sit right with me. That meant I’d
