Saint ran his penetrating gaze over me, clearly checking me for signs the puny little ride had finished me off.
It hadn’t. My shoulder throbbed, but I could live with the pain. The uncertainty of the present bothered me more.
I let his stare seep into me. Revelling in it.
But it wasn’t mine for long.
Saint turned to the horizon, scanning. “He’s out there somewhere.”
“I know.”
“He might kill someone.”
A rueful grin split my face. “I know that too.”
“You two are so weird about him.” Nash punched the alarm code into the warehouse while Saint swept for any sign we had company. “I mean, it’s good weird, but still fucking weird.”
“Reckon I care what you think?”
“About your love life? No, but I’m saying it anyway.”
“Would you say it to him?”
“Would I tell Alexei you two are obsessed with him? Dude, I think he already knows.”
Nash opened the door and strolled ahead, chuckling to himself like he was the funniest fucker that ever lived.
I let him have it. For too long, our lives had been weighed down by violence and pain. If he wanted to amuse himself with the truth, I’d take it.
We moved through the building, ducking around tools and equipment. The office area was unscathed, and Saint was already there, studying the security screens. “We’re good. No breaks in the surveillance.”
“No one’s fucked with it?”
Saint shook his head. I waited as he took a breath and continued. “Alexei showed me how to tell.”
“Did he show you how to prevent it in the first place?”
“I didn’t need him to. We upgraded all the systems the day after you got shot.”
I knew that. At some point during the haze of recovery, I’d approved the eye-watering amount of money it had cost. Damn, my brain was running out of room.
Nash peered over Saint’s shoulder. “I told Rocco to come round the back. Is the yard clear? It was full of junk last time I was here.”
“It’s clear.” Saint tapped a screen. “This is his only approach—”
His phone buzzed. His gaze flicked to it and his lips curled. “Alexei’s got ears on their bar chat. They’re saying Rocco’s with his kids tonight. Not expecting him back till the morning.”
“He’s got kids?” News to me, but I wasn’t the kind of arsehole that made that shit my business. What was the point? I wasn’t gonna lift a toddler from preschool and hold it over a man’s head. Never had. Never would. Perhaps it made us weak, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Saint went back to his surveillance without answering me. I searched the drawers of the desk for cigarettes while Nash listened at the open door.
A crumpled pack hit my rummaging fingers.
Saint. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”
I shook one free and jammed it in my mouth. “You looked busy.”
“See?” Nash said from the doorway. “Fucking weird.”