I listen with one ear while Evan and Darrell talk, mentally taking screenshots of what I can see and recording what they’re saying. It’s one of the many skills I have, that and being able to detect a bullshitter from a mile away.
My gaze bats to Dean as he leans over the center console, trying to watch Evan hand back the chip on the tablet. Ty was adamant that Evan not install what Darrell wanted, but the only way we can get inside is to do what he wants and watch him. Either way, Evan has coded in a fail-safe, so he won’t be able to use it for more than a few seconds before he stops it.
“Payment?” I hear Evan ask.
“Wire it,” Darrell shouts toward his SUV.
“Nice doing business with you.”
I push my chair forward as Evan spins around but stop when Evan halts as Darrell says, “The job is in four weeks, be ready.”
I wait until Darrell is back in the car before asking, “Is it done?”
“Yeah... but he said the main job is in four weeks,” Evan replies, getting back into his car. “I’ll see you back at the compound.”
He speeds out of the industrial park, and I frown, wondering what the hell is going on. I’m on high alert as I start my SUV, spinning around and following behind him.
“Thinks he’s a racecar driver,” Dean comments.
I don’t answer—yet again—but my hands tighten even more on the steering wheel. I want to reach over and shove my fist into his mouth to stop the fuckin’ commentary. He wouldn’t know how to handle a push bike never mind a goddamn car like Evan’s.
Clicking my fingers on one of the paddles on the back of my steering wheel, I turn up the rock song playing, blocking him out but keeping an eye on him as he pulls his cell out, his fingers flying over the screen. I side-eye it. If I could get hold of it, I could see who he’s talking to.
I take the turn for the compound, a few minutes behind Evan, noting that we’ve made it back in record time.
“What was the rush?” I ask once I’ve parked and I’m
climbing out.
Evan shrugs. “He gave me a rough date; I want to know what Seb and West know.”
I nod in understanding before following him into the warehouse.
“What’s going on?” Seb asks, standing up from the meeting table where he, West, Ty, Kay, and Kitty are sitting.
“I just met with Darrell.” Evan sits down as I take my usual seat. “What do you know about this job?”
“Nothing we haven’t already told you,” West answers, his gaze meeting Evan’s before narrowing. “It’s the gallery, something to do with them.”
Evan opens up his laptop, seeming to be thinking something but not saying anything. We know that Darrell is wanting a piece of art, so him giving Evan this rough date means he knows when it’s coming in.
“There’s nothing here,” Evan announces. “He must have an inside person in the gallery to know when it’s happening.”
“Wait… what are you talking about?” Seb asks, his brows furrowed.
Tilting my head, I skirt my gaze over him, noting his bunched-up shoulders and the way his face is taut. He doesn’t know.
“He told me the job is in four weeks’ time. He knows something that we don’t.”
Seb turns to West, both of them sharing something silently with their eyes. “He hasn’t told us anything yet.”
Like I said: They don’t know.
I can practically hear everyone’s thoughts from here. Why tell Evan but not them? The answer is simple, and I’m about to open my mouth, but Evan beats me to it. “He doesn’t trust you.”
West’s head reels back before he shoots out of his seat, his hands clenched into fists. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“He’s right,” Dean interrupts—of course he fuckin’ inserts himself. I clench my teeth, skirting my gaze to him. “If he trusted you, you’d be one of the first people he’d tell about the date… not Evan.”