Chapter 5
“Answer me, G-Man.”
I jumped at the feel of cold hardened steel under my hair at the back of my neck. There was a ton of light in the parking lot. I would have seen anyone who’d been there, unless they didn’t want me to.
“What are you doing here?” Once I’d determined the tire had been slashed, it had taken but a moment to place the blame on one person, even though he’d been thousands of miles away, last I knew. “What do you want?” As I stood, he kept the tire iron touching me in back.
“Just here to offer a hand.” He towered over me, like Patrick, and was adjusting his red baseball cap as I turned. “I still have your spare key.” He showed me and then stuck it back in his pocket.
“I’ll call Triple A.”
“I can give you a ride, G-man. Come on. Get on the bike.” When Tom nodded t
