Tony hesitated as if he planned to ask for more details, but I slapped the top of his dash as Broadrick walked out. He stopped on the porch and stared at me in Tony's passenger seat as the truck drove past him.
His expression matched my own. Pain. Misery.
If leaving him in my past was the right choice-which it was-why did it hurt so much?
"What's the plan today?" I turned in my seat and asked Tony to distract me. "Murder, mayhem, gun violence?"
Tony shook his head. "Not for you."
"Bummer." A shootout would really take my mind off Broadrick.
Tony chuckled and turned into the parking lot for Buddy's Bar on the edge of Pelican Bay. It acted as the town's only pizzeria, catered to the local motorcycle crew, and was well-known for being a hangout to notorious criminals. Good to see t
