Chapter 77

“Maybe. What pisses me off is that some jerk-off’s wife or girlfriend got the card meant for you, and she’ll have no idea what a scumbag he is.”

I had to agree with him. “When I read that card and thought you were apologizing for screwing around…The thought of you with another man just about killed me, Wills.”

“I’m definitely going to talk to the proprietor. This was unnecessary.”

“I don’t think I would have overreacted the way I did if I’d heard from you during the time you were away. I…I kept picturing you dead.”

“Oh, baby.” He reached for my hand. “I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t been given strict orders to contact no one…”

“Y’know, I could understand that if you were CIA or FBI, but you’re just a…a troubleshooter for Huntingdon.”

He was silent for a beat. Then, “Yeah. Anyway, I intend to talk to Mr. Vincent about this.”

Cold fingers chased up my spine, and again I wondered what Wills would do if Vincent told him he had to give me up, that it was me or the job.