Chapter 25

Before Bobby can refuse, Dante ducks through the doorway behind the counter into the back—a narrow storage room, lined with metal shelves of overstock. There’s a desk by the back door where Bobby sits to pay the bills and watch Dante at the register. Dante wonders if he thinks he’s being slick when he does that, leaning back in his chair, watching, probably touching himself, thinking thoughts Dante would rather not know about. He hears the creak of the chair when Bobby’s back there, a slight, steady sound that tells him more than he needs to know.

He heads for that desk now, pulls the chair out and winces as it creaks beneath his weight. But there’s a phone on the desk, and despite the open doorway, the storage room is a little more private than the front counter. He dials Ryan’s number from memory. Somewhere across town, a phone rings in his ear.

One ring, two—“Hello?” It’s Ryan’s voice, expectant and a little loud.