He gestured to the stump, where there was normally a sleeve with a pin to hold on the leg. “Screwing around? Get it?”
I smirked. “Good to see you haven’t completely lost your sense of humor.”
“I thought I had to have one in the first place before I could lose it.”
My smirk turned into a grin. “Good point.”
“So, what now?” Ryan asked.
“We wait to hear from Frankie Capello. He’s going to want something from us soon. When he does, we ask for proof of Dillon’s and Rue’s safety.”
“And you think he’s going to give it to us?”
“If they’re both okay, he’s got no reason not to.”
He pressed his lips together and gestured to the chair. “I guess you’re right. It’s not as though I’m going to pose much danger to them like this.”
I wasn’t so sure. “Sometimes it’s those we suspect the least who prove to be the biggest threat.”