When her phone rang ten minutes later, she almost jumped out of her skin.
“Hi, Raze.”
“All clear, Sis. You can put the gun away and come on out.”
“Do I want to know what happened?”
She heard the three tones again indicating the call ended. That was rude, and she intended to tell her brother so.
Once her gun was safely back in the safe, Saylor wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans and rolled her shoulders.
When she walked outside, she could see Razor on the deck. It looked like he was talking to someone, but she couldn’t see who it was.
“Quit hanging up on me,” she said, as she opened the door and walked out.
She turned her head, expecting to see Diesel. Instead, it was Monk.
“Hi,” she said, looking between him and Razor.
Her brother walked down the steps that led to the trail and squeezed Monk’s shoulder as he passed by. “See ya later, Saylor,” he said, waving behind him.
“What’s going on?” she asked with one hand on her hip. It occurred to her at that moment that her stance was exactly the same as her daughter’s when she did the same thing.
“Can we go inside?” he asked.
She backed up to allow Monk to walk in first, but he stepped behind her and held the door.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard your ex was out of prison.”
“He was here. What happened?”
“We missed him.”
Saylor felt sick to her stomach. “There should be security footage.”
“Yes. That alone should show he violated the terms of his parole.” Monk stood in front of her and cupped her cheek with his palm.
She shook her head and took a step back. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?”
“I’m part of your detail.”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“No one knew.”
Saylor pulled a chair out from the dining room table and sat down. “I get that you don’t like to talk, Monk, but my ex-husband, who may or may not be a loose cannon, was just standing on the deck of the house where my two daughters and I live. My brother told me to hide out in the bedroom and get my gun out. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins, and the last thing I want to do is play twenty questions with you. If you could just lay it all out for me, I’d really appreciate it. If you can’t—or won’t—you should just leave.”
Monk pulled out a chair like she had and sat next to her. “Onyx got out of the hospital the same day your ex-husband was paroled.”
Saylor folded her arms and sat back in her chair.
“He’s the one who told me. I got on a plane the next morning, and once I landed, I’ve been keeping an eye on things.”
“An eye on things?” She shook her head. “When did you get here?”
“Three days ago.”