Lee nodded, walked toward me and pulled me off the couch.
“It was nice to meet you,” Wilcox said calmly as Lee escorted me out of the room, his hand curled around my upper arm.
I looked over my shoulder and said (perhaps feeling a bit tougher now that Scary Lee was with me). “The pleasure was all yours.”
I heard him laugh as we left.
Lee did not laugh, Lee ignored the whole exchange.
Lee put me into the passenger seat of his silver Crossfire and got in the driver’s side, started the car and we shot from the curb. Before I could say a word, he grabbed his cell and punched a number.
“Pick up Teddy and take him to the office,” he paused, “Coxy’s boy.”
Then he hit a button and tossed the cell on the console.
Yep, angry.
“Ally...” I started to say.
“She’s fine.”
I took in a breath.
“How did you know where I was?”
“I’ve got a man at Rosie’s. He saw the whole thing.”
Uh, say what?
“Why didn’t he do something?” I asked, somewhat loudly.
“He didn’t know who you were,” Lee paused, “now he knows.”
Yikes.
I decided not to talk loudly anymore.
“You have a man?”
His eyes moved to me, his face was blank, he was still angry. He turned back to the road.
“I have a lot of men.”
“Oh.”
I found that surprising but I decided that maybe it was not the time to give Lee the third degree about his secret life, such as how many men he had and how he knew lowlife kidnapping scum like “Coxy”. I wasn’t even certain I wanted to know about his secret life, in fact, I think I was more certain I didn’t want to know.
Maybe it was the time to begin planning how to avoid Lee again. However, I didn’t know how to accomplish that when I was actually with Lee.
The house I was taken to was in the Denver Country Club area, very ritzy, very wealthy. Lee hit Speer Boulevard and drove faster than was allowed or safe, changing lanes on the three lane road deftly and often. I decided it was probably best not to say anything about this as Lee’s energy wasn’t exactly inviting conversation and definitely not admonishments about driving safety.
He passed the turn to Broadway.
“I need to go back to the store,” I informed him.
He ignored me.
“Lee, I need to get back to the store,” I repeated.