Chapter 13

“So the FBI doesn’t know where I live?” he asked.

“You think they would have been desperate enough to ask for my help if they did?”

“Okay.” That’s what he’d expected, but he needed the confirmation from Jarrett. “I want to swing by the apartment and pick up my things then. I need to find a new place to crash they can’t find.”

Jarrett didn’t argue. He followed Eli’s directions through the neighborhood until they were on Gretchen’s street. When Eli told him to wait, however, Jarrett balked.

“You’ll duck out on me if I let you go by yourself.”

The idea hadn’t actually occurred to him, though he understood why Jarrett believed that. “What if I promise to come back?”