“He said the coordinates or whatever are on his laptop.”
“They’re on my phone, too.”
“Of course they are.” I roll my eyes. “Let’s get going.”
“Evan?” Nick walks over and licks his lips as he addresses me. “How is he doing?”
“He’ll be all right. He’s worried about Felisa.”
“Why?”
“She’s missing,” I tell him. “Jonathan and I are going to go look for her.”
“Got her chip info?” Nick asks.
“Does everyone know about these chips but me?” I stare at Jonathan, but he just shrugs. I shake my head and rub at my neck. I wish Alina were here to rub it for me. Something about her touch calms me down.
I wonder if she realizes that.
“Let’s go,” I say to Jonathan.
“Can I come with you?” Nick asks. “No one really wants me around here anyway, ya know? I’d feel like I was doing something at least, right?”
I resist rolling my eyes at Nick’s way of emphasizing certain words for no apparent reason. Sometimes it amuses me, but I’m on edge now after seeing Rinaldo and contemplating the task he’s given me.
“Okay by me.” Jonathan watches my eyes to see if I object, but I can’t think of any reason, so the three of us head to Jonathan’s truck.
“You drive,” he says to me. “I’ll navigate.”
Nick climbs into the back behind Jonathan and sits in the middle of the bench seat so he can see up front, and we are on our way.
“The signal’s comin’ in pretty strong,” Jonathan says. “Maybe she’s heard about Rinaldo, and she’s on her way here.”
“Could be,” I say.
The tricky part about all of this is remaining collected and not doing anything suspicious. I left enough evidence with Felisa’s body to point away from me, but I can’t rely on that completely. Saying the wrong thing could tip either one of them off. Jonathan’s a smart guy and really good at putting things together. Nick may be a stoner, but he’s no idiot either.
I take a couple of intentional wrong turns, but eventually, Jonathan’s tracking app takes us to the side of the road where I know we’ll eventually find Felisa’s body. Jonathan is out of the truck first, and Nick follows quickly. I hang back a moment to light a cigarette before following them into the trees.
“There’s freshly dug dirt here.” Jonathan shoves the toe of his boot into the soft ground.
“That’s not good,” I reply. “Is that where the signal leads?”
“Yeah,” Jonathan says, his voice grave. “Definitely not lookin’ good.”
“Felisa’s in there?” Nick steps back and forth, shifting his weight from foot to foot and shuffling at the wet leaves. “Like, she’s definitely there?”
“Won’t know until we dig.”
“Fuck,” Nick mutters.
“There’s a shovel in the back of the truck,” Jonathan tells him. “Go get it.”
“Okay.”
As Nick leaves, Jonathan turns to me.
“There’s no doubt in my mind,” he says, and I nod.