It wasn’t a lie, not exactly.
Ihadbeen involved in a murder plot. But that was against Rune. And we’d kind of worked that out. Right? Or was this some sort of retaliation?
No.
No, that wasn’t possible. He’d been with me when the drive-by happened.
What then?
“What about that man of yours? I’ve known me a lot of bikers. Can see the one-percenters from a mile off.”
“He’s not my man.”
“He know that?”
“Yes.”
Chip exhaled hard.
“But maybe other people don’t know that.”
“You think… you think this was about Rune? That someone is after him? And trying to get to him through me?”
“I dunno what else to think. Don’t know me a lot of housekeepers who end up shot up and almost kidnapped.”
He wasn’t wrong.
I racked my brain but couldn’t think of anything else in my life that could have possibly resulted in a situation like this.
“I need to warn him.”
Chip nodded.
“Probably smart. Want me to get your phone?”
“I… I don’t have his number.”
Chip’s brows rose at that, but he said nothing for a long moment.
“You want my advice?”
“I think I need all the advice I can get.”
“I think you need to go to him if you don’t have his number. He needs to know what’s going on. And he can protect you. I got my pride, but I know that if they come back with friends, I’m not winning. Don’t want it on my conscience that they got you on my watch.”
And I couldn’t stand the thought of him being hurt or killed because of something I brought into the neighborhood.
“If I leave, what about you? You can’t be here alone.”
“I will pack a bag and head to a hotel.”
“You have to let me pay for—”
“Nope,” he cut me off.
“I will drop you off then,” I said.
Technically, Chipcoulddrive. But Chip didn’t drive, except for on his mower.