Cabot came up to my shoulder, bag settled, jaw set. “Where to?” he asked.
I put a hand on the small of his back. “Down. Time to move.”
The SUV was waiting for us. I put Cabot in the back seat and closed the door. I walked around to the other side and got in beside him.
The car pulled out onto Atlantic. Traffic was as sluggish as it had been on the way in. The driver took the route I’d given him.
Cabot was quiet for the first block. He looked out the window and folded his hands in his lap. We crossed State.
“Dane.”
It was the first time he’d used my name.
“Yes.”
He didn’t turn his head. “The kitchen staff at the Brookline house, Maria and her son who comes in on weekends, and the woman from Quincy who does the prep on event days.” He paused. “Am I supposed to warn them?”
I didn’t answer.
He waited the length of a block, then spoke again, more quietly. “Because if I know who they are, then someone else does too. And if I’m the reason someone else knows—“
“Cabot.”
“I’m asking you a question.”
I looked at him. He was still facing the window. The hands in his lap had not moved.
“I don’t know,” I said.
Chapter four
Farrow
The door closed behind Dane before I’d decided whether I regretted my words. It wasn’t the word “trouble.” That was true enough to qualify as operational reporting. Loud enough for everyone to hear was the part that could come back to bite me.
The man I slept with three weeks ago shared my profession. That was the first shock. The second was that we were now working together as a team, like a mediocreLethal Weapon.
Dane had Cabot now, and Dane would be three plans deep before they hit the street.
I had Wiley.
Eamon Price stood near the windows with his phone in his hand, thumb moving across the screen. I knew his reputation, but it was the first time we’d been in the same room together. He was shorter than I’d expected and quieter. The harbor behind him looked flat and metallic, making everything beyond the glass seem farther away than it was.
“Farrow,” he said without looking up.
“Price.”
“Call me Eamon and stay mobile for now.”
Wiley’s head turned. “Define mobile.”
“Not theGlobe,“ Eamon said. “Avoid your apartment and anywhere else predictable.”
“That’s not the definition of mobile,” Wiley said. “That’s the definition of homeless.”
“I’ll send an interim location as soon as Michael clears it.”
Wiley looked at me. “Is Michael another one of you?”