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“They’re being followed,” Arthur says.

I reach for my phone again.

This time no one stops me.

Before I can call, Kane’s name appears on the screen.

Incoming.

I answer.

“Talk.”

“We have company,” Kane says.

“I know. White SUV. Three men.”

“Four.”

“Where’s the fourth?”

“Cargo area.”

Alive or dead?

I don’t ask.

“Do not take them to Iron Ridge.”

“We aren’t.”

“Where are you?”

“Dry lake road.”

I know the road.

Miles of open desert with no homes and only one abandoned service station.

“You have weapons?”

Kane sounds offended.

“We’ve been away on a protection job, not a church picnic.”

“Lose them.”

“That was the plan.”

The call ends.

Hayley stares at me.

“That’s it?”

“They know what they’re doing.”

“Then why do you look worried?”