Page 19 of GAF Factor

His face got all splotchy with rage, which brightened my day just a little. “You were there? Fuck, I should have known you were there. I was under the impression she just met you in a dark alley, but if you were actually fucking there—Christ, I should have seen this coming!”

“Would you relax? I was never there. I was just messing with you. Besides, you know she was too obsessed with Alexander Pierce back then. I was a blip on her radar.”

“A tall blip,” he grumbled.

“Yes, I’m tall. And I dress nicely. Would it kill you to try a little?”

“Try to look like a pretentious prick?”

“It’s not pretentious. Just because I care how I look doesn’t mean I—you know what? It doesn’t fucking matter.”

He sighed heavily. “You’re right. It doesn’t matter. I still got the girl, and you’re still sitting outside Isla’s house, waiting for a glimpse of her. Meanwhile, Kavanaugh is inside, probably getting his dick wet.”

I clenched my jaw, pushing those images from my mind. Turning on the car, I shifted into drive.

“Where are we going?”

“To get some fucking answers.”

“Cool. Do I get to blow someone up?”

“Would you shut up?”I snapped.

“All I’m saying is, you could have told me we were going to another state.”

I rolled my eyes as I drank my coffee—my third cup today. “You got intomycar. That’s on you.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t sign up to stalk your would-be lover’s ex.”

“I’m not stalking.”

“Then what exactly are we doing sitting outside his house?”

I flung the door open. “We’re going to have a chat with him.”

“Wait—” He jumped out, running around to step in front of me. “Think about what you’re doing.”

“I am.”

“You can’t beat him up.”

“I’m not.”

“Thank fuck.”

“You’re going to do that.”

He stopped and looked at me funny. “What?”

I held up both hands for him to see the cuts. “I’m still injured. And my shoulder hurts.”

“You poor, poor man,” he said with less empathy than I would have liked. “We can’t beat him up.”

“No, but we can have a chat with him.”

“And what would this chat consist of?”

“Talking. You’ve interrogated people before.”

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