Chapter Thirty-Eight
My relief at seeing Terry alive gave way to anger. “You might’ve told me you had to go underground, dumb ass!” I shoved him hard, and he stumbled back.
“I would’ve if I’d had time,” he countered.
I took a deep breath and nodded. The odor of fresh coffee infused the room. Dell tottered in with two steaming mugs in hand.
“Thank you,” I said, accepting an offered mug. The light-brown brew smelled top quality.
A million questions rolled through my mind. Were the people who followed me the same ones who were after Terry? Would they be the sort who would take a rifle shot at me?
“You just going to stand there or what?” Terry sounded amused.
“Just trying to figure a few things out,” I said.
I returned to my perch on the couch and sipped my coffee. Definitely fresh. I
