“Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Get me the location.”
“No. No, I don’t think—”
“Fine. I’ll go to his house. I’ll find him myself.”
I hang up and I open the bathroom door, walking with resolute steps. I refuse any idea that Kane is dead. But I also know that if that chopper was tampered with—and it most certainly was—Pocher is behind it. Jay turns in my direction, but I cut toward the door. I’m already reaching into my back pocket for the key to the Mercedes Kane left here this morning.
I’m out the door and already inside the car when Jay reaches the driver’s side. “Lilah. Lilah, where are you going?”
I don’t answer. I back up and I get the hell out of there.
Killing Pocher is long past due.
It’s time.
THE END…FOR NOW