“Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m standin’ in your living room, waitin’ to take you out to dinner.”
Whoops.
“Um…” I said.
“What’d I say about how I felt about bein’ stood up?”
“You said you’d call,” I told him.
“I got busy but our plans didn’t change.”
“Vance, I hate to tell you this but they were your plans.”
He was silent. I didn’t take this as a good sign.
Finally, he warned in a low, quiet voice, “Don’t make me come after you.”
Yikes.
I bugged my eyes out at Indy. She bit her lip on a smile.
“How did you know where I was?” I asked, deciding to change the subject.
“I planted a device in your car,” he told me.
I sucked in breath and this time, my eyes, still on Indy, went wide in shock.
Her smile faded and she mouthed, “What?”
“You planted a tracking device in my car?” I said slowly.
Indy put her hand to her open mouth.
“And in your bag,” Vance said.
“I do not believe you,” I hissed.
“Jules, get home.”
“I’m shooting then I’m going out for drinks with the girls,” I told him.
“Jules –”
I cut him off. “When’s this meet with Darius?”
“God dammit, Jules –”
“Forget it, I’ll ask Indy to call Lee. I’ll see you there.” I flipped the phone shut and looked at Indy. “Can you call Lee –?” I started.
She was nodding, already digging through her purse.
“I’m on it,” she said.
* * * * *
When we walked into Zip’s, Indy had her phone to her ear and she stood just inside the door while I approached Zip who was behind the counter.