I turned my body to him and my eyes narrowed. “Me being his instrument.”
Vance’s head went around and he watched the waiter putting down our shrimp bowl. Then without a word to the waiter, he turned back to me when the waiter moved to leave.
“Jules –”
“Vance, we’re not talking about this,” I warned.
“We are. You want to get serious, you come into the office. Mace or Luke will work with you.”
That was not going to happen. “I’m fine with Zip, Heavy and Frank,” I said, not wanting to work with Mace and Luke mainly because they’d kick my ass.
I looked at Vance and saw his expression had changed from just disbelief to disbelief mingled with anger.
“Frank?” he said low.
Whoops.
“Um…” I stalled.
“Please tell me you are not working with Frank Muñoz.”
“He’s a good guy,” I defended Frank.
“He makes Zip look adjusted.”
“Okay,” I gave in a smidge, “so he’s a little intense.”
“A little? He has stockpiles of arms, water and canned goods in his basement.”
“He does?” I asked.
Vance nodded.
See? I knew Frank was thinking about destroying the world.
Damn.
“From now on, you’re workin’ with Mace and Luke,” Vance stated as if that was that, moving away from me and leaning back as our drinks arrived.
“I’m not. I’m fine where I am.”
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked.
I looked down at my menu which I hadn’t even opened.
“No,” Vance said shortly.
“Thank you,” I finished for Vance.
The waiter moved away.
Vance turned to me again and got even closer than last time. “Jules, Zip’s son OD’ed in the eighties. Heavy’s wife was a speed freak. They’re out for revenge and using you to get it. Frank is just a nutcase.”
I didn’t know Zip’s son OD’ed either. I hated it that Vance knew more than me.
“Crowe –” I started.
“You keep this up you need to work with people who have their heads in the game.”