As I pull up, a garage door opens.
Max knows I’m here. The door shuts as I turn off the ignition.
Max steps out of a room in the back corner. “You weren’t followed.”
“Of course, I wasn’t followed.”
“You can never be too careful with drones these days. Follow me.” Max doesn’t wait for me to agree before heading back into the room.
“Do you have a box for our phones?”
“No need. The room is lined, and I have a digital jammer running. Whatever you say in this room stays in this room.”
Good to know. I might need one of these setups in the future. “Shock needs to use your tech again.”
“For his private project?”
“You knew about that?”
Max tips his head to the side.
Tech guys and their trust issues. “Yeah. Do you know what it’s about?”
“No. Shock covered his tracks, but I can see when he went off book. What is this little project that has you acting like you’re about to be jumped by men with guns and possibly a badge?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“As soon as someone says that to me, I have to know.”
Same. Not that I’m going to admit that to him. “How is this then; you don’t want to know.”
“Probably not. But if you want the tech, you’re going to tell me anyway.”
“It could endanger your family.”
“You’re risking Dahlia?” Max steps back, bumping into a metal table that’s bolted to the ground.
“No. I’ll break it off before it comes to that.”
Max reaches up and grabs a curl tugging on it. “There must be bodies in the ground all ready for you to react this way. Too many to ignore?”
“I could ignore the ones in the ground except there might be more. And one of them was almost a friend of mine.”
“They safe?”
“For now.”
“You going to make them disappear for a while?”
“That might not be enough.”
His mouth drops open. “Forever?”
“That was discussed and is a strong possibility right now.” One I hate, but a new life is better than death.
“Did Shock know about this when he started using my tech?”
“No. He stumbled upon it. Then did a little digging.”