Page 88 of Pulse
“What do you think he’ll do?” I sit up and pull the blanket over me again. “You know what? I say we go back.”
“No.”
“Landry Security is wasting so many resources on this. You’re wasting so much time.”
“Not what I would call it.”
I roll my eyes. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you guys to start with. I knew you’d overreact.”
“You haven’t seen overreacting yet.”
“Please.”
He sits up, stretching his neck back and forth. I know this motion. I tease him about it in the office—that he’s limbering up for a fight.
Only, here, it’s just me.So…
“Should I stretch?” I ask.
“What?”
“You’re doing the neck thing.”
He laughs, his chest shaking with the force. “I’m going to tell you something.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“And you’re going to listen and not panic and not start being bossy.”
“I make absolutely no promises with those terms and conditions.”
He shakes his head. “Ford’s meeting with your father right now.”
I spring off the cough. “What? Why’s he doing that?”
My heart pounds.Do they know something I don’t? Was I wrong this whole time? What the heck have they been doing and not telling me—about my life?
“I didn’t want to tell you this because it’s a theory.” His voice is too calm, like he’s talking to a wounded badger. “But I had a thought last night when I was digging around while you slept, and Ford’s checking it out today.”
“With my dad?”
He nods carefully.
My hands fly to my hips. “What’s the theory? And don’t tell me you joined everyone else and think that I’m being overly naive.”
“No one thinks that.”
“Yes, they do. And I even understand it a little bit. Joseph Dallo looks like a terrible person. I’d probably think I was naive, too. Except, I know I’m not. And I know he’s not behind this. Won’t you guys just freaking believe me?”
He smirks. “Are you done?”
I lift my chin. “I don’t know. Let me think about it.”
“The theory is that it’s Alexis.”
My jaw drops to the floor. “Alexis?”
Troy nods.
