On day fourteen, Saturday, Nathan went to the grocery store and ran other meaningless errands. When Nathan got back to the apartment, he looked up Matt’s number at the church. He stored it in his phone, and Nathan sat in the parking lot at his building with the engine running, his ice cream melting, and with his thumb poised over the Call button.
“Stupid.” Nathan shut off the phone. If Hellabeth was in something nasty and Fury was trying to protect himself, his sister, and Nathan, then he was surely protecting Matt too. The minister probably didn’t know any more than Nathan, and if he did, the chances he’d share were slim. Even if he did, what would Nathan do with the information? Go storming in and save…Who? Hellabeth? Fury? Dennis, for fuck’s sake? And from what? Drug dealers? Nathan knew his share of them. One did not get saved from peddlers of evil. One got out alive and thanked the stars and God and Lady Luck.