Page 128 of Exodus

“Shhh,” I laugh, darting my eyes left and right. “Dare not say his name.”

“Cecelia, this isn’t funny. I looked into him. He owns half this town, including the hotel I’m staying at.”

“The police too. And I’m aware. And I asked you specifically not to do that.”

“So, you are aware Exodus Inc—”

“Very.”

“He’s a bigger player than Jerry was.”

“Operative word for Jerry being was,” I counter.

“I don’t trust him,” Ryan grabs my elbow and escorts me to the parking lot.

I sober. “Neither do I.”

“Then why are you poking this bear?”

“I told you, he owes me.”

“He had you thrown in jail. I don’t think you should plan on collecting.”

“I will. Don’t you see it’s working?”

“Yeah, I can see how you would think that,” he snaps sarcastically.

“Tobias is a different animal. But I need you to trust me.”

“This town is starting to freak me out.”

“Feeling eyes on you everywhere, huh?”

“It’s not funny.

“Oh, but it is. I’ve got him right where I want him.”

“Only if that’s annoyed.”

“Exactly.”

“I really hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do. Kind of.”

He sighs. “I can get the possession charge dropped, and the ticket reduced to something less criminal, but you aren’t getting your car back.”

I pause my walk. “What?”

“There was a van on the road, and so they accused you of street racing. They’re impounding your Audi for a minimum of thirty days. I may be able to wipe the charges, but small towns like this will suck you dry with penalties to make their quota.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, that was fucking reckless. What are you doing?” he asks as he escorts me to his car. I go to take the keys, and he jerks his head. “Hell no. You’re lucky you got to keep your license.”

“Fine.” I sigh and get in when he opens the passenger door.

“This is not like you. What is happening here?”

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