Someone could be watching us now.
I jumped out of my chair, digging in my back pocket for my phone and heading to the door.
“Where’re you goin’?” Tex boomed.
“Gotta make a call,” I shouted back.
“Sidewalk, woman. I have eyes on you all the time!” Tex kept booming.
I lifted a hand and waved my assent, head down, phone up. I pushed open the door and stopped on the sidewalk, but before I could call Brody to tell him to check to see if he’d been hacked, it rang and the display told me Ren was calling.
I put it to my ear but didn’t say “hey” because Ren was speaking when I got it there.
He was not speaking to me but he was pissed.
“I don’t give a f**k. Do it. Now.”
Uh-oh.
“Ren, what’s up?” I asked cautiously.
His attention came to me. “Ally?”
“Yeah, honey. Is something wrong?”
“Santo was tailing you,” he stated strangely.
“Okay,” I replied.
“He called Lucky, did a hand off, and now I got this pink f**kin’ book on my desk.”
Hmm. He seemed as angry as Indy. The thing about that was, her ha**ng s*x with Lee on his kitchen counter and everyone reading about it was (maybe) something to be angry about.
But why was Ren angry?
In order to give him the opportunity to explain his emotion, I repeated, “Okay.”
“And this bitch has a website,” he told me.
“What bitch?” I asked.
“Kristen Ashley.”
My head shot up and I blinked at Broadway.
“What?” I whispered.
He didn’t repeat himself. Instead he said something a whole lot scarier.
“Coming soon,” he spoke like he was reading. “Rock Chick Rescue, the story of Eddie and Jet.”
Oh shit.
Unfortunately he kept going.
“Rock Chick Redemption, the story of Hank and Roxie.”
Oh shit!