Page 88 of Love Thy Brother
“Didn’t get a number.”
Saint waited.
Sighing, I elaborated. “Black saloon. Vectra, I think. Three litre. Diesel. Front-right alloy missing. Lights on the piss.”
“And the driver?”
“Didn’t see.”
“Sure about that?”
I fought to keep my gaze still as it threatened to drift back to Rubi. “Said so, didn’t I? Anything else on your mind?”
Saint drummed his fingers some more, gaze flitting between me and the window. “Cam wants you to stay here a few days.”
“On the compound?”
Saint nodded. “Fuck knows where. Rubi usually kips in Mateo’s old room, but I was about to ask Locke if he wants it. He’s too tall for the bunks in the old hostel.”
“The Crow?”
“He’s not a Crow.”
“What about the other one?”
“Folk?”
I didn’t know his name. Just where he came from. “He seems different to the others.”
“He is.” Saint gave me that dry smile again. “We have trouble getting him to come indoors.”
“You can fucking talk.” Rubi roused himself and sat up, shoving his hair back from his face. “No wonder you get on.”
“He’s quiet,” Saint retorted. “Cam wants you home too.”
Rubi flipped Saint two middle fingers. “Nopety nope. I ain’t living under his thumb while he’s got a stick up his arse.”
“Cam doesn’t live here.”
“Exactly. If he can’t turn upstairs into bone town, he’s got nowhere to go but in my face.”
Saint’s expression flattened. Sex jokes weren’t his thing, and I intervened before he could react to Rubi running his mouth. “I can’t stay here either. Me and Cam will kill each other before anyone else does. And I have a job, remember? I can’t leave Axel and Bear on their own.”
“Or Oscar,” Rubi said.
I jerked my gaze to him. “Since when do you care about Oscar?”
“I don’t. But you do. And he has a kid. If it’s not safe for you, it’s not safe for him.”
“You’re the one on a hit list if these clowns are right about Jonsey.”
“And you’re the one inspiring murder comics. It’s moot at this point. We come as a package to whoever’s getting tricky. No one can sleep at that house.”
We come as a package.
My world spun on its axis, coherent thought abandoning me. Saint said something I missed till I registered Oscar’s name. “What?”
Saint made a low sound and picked up his phone. He typed something out and held it up for me to see.
