Page 44 of Captivated with Them

“I don’t have the number on hand.”

That was fine. I knew it by heart. I reeled it off to Gordon, and he lifted the handset on his desk and punched it in. That was good. It meant if Capellos men were suspicious and checked the number, it would be linked back to here.

For a moment, I thought Ryan wasn’t going to answer, but then Gordon said, “Hi, it’s Gordon Little from the prosthetics office.”

There was a pause as Ryan spoke, and I picture him in the apartment, a frown creasing between his eyebrows, wondering why Gordon was calling him.

“I need you to come down to the office, if that’s at all possible...” Another pause. “Yes, right away. It’s an emergency to do with your fitting.” More silence as Ryan filled in the gaps. “Yes, immediately. It really is important.”

Gordon’s gaze flicked to mine then quickly moved away again. What the hell did he think of me? I wasn’t even sure why I cared.

Gordon put down the phone.

“Well?” I prompted.

“He says he’s on his way.” His gaze flicked past me, toward the door. “Can I go now?”

“Sorry, not yet. I still need your help, and I can’t be sure you won’t call the cops the moment you step out of the door.”

He put up both hands. “I swear I won’t call the police.”

I shook my head. “You’re not going anywhere. Not yet, anyway.”

He exhaled a long sigh and sat back in his seat. “So, what are we supposed to do now?”

I tightened my grip around the handle of the gun. “Now, we wait.”

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