The man’s words perked up something in Bunting’s tired mind.
“Sir, did you hear me?”
Bunting said, “I’ll call you back. Get some sleep. And keep your head down.”
He clicked off and looked at his phone.
Did he have someone to turn to?
Did he dare?
Hell, did he have a choice?
He went to his bedroom and lay down next to his wife. He put an arm protectively across her. He had made up his mind.
I’m not going down without a fight.
CHAPTER
62
“WHAT ARE YOU two doing here?”
Eric Dobkin was dressed in jeans, thick socks, and a cotton sweater as he stood in the doorway of his house.
Sean and Michelle looked back at him.
Sean said, “We need to talk.”
When Dobkin made no move to open the door farther Michelle said, “Can we come in, or do we do the powwow out in the cold?”
“It’s not that cold.”
“I grew up in Tennessee, Eric. This is like Antarctica to me.”
He motioned them in and then glanced behind the pair as he closed the door.
Michelle noted this observation. “We made sure we weren’t followed.”
“You guys are putting me in a pretty awkward situation,” said Dobkin sourly.
“Everyone’s in an awkward situation,” retorted Sean.
“And I thought you wanted to be in the loop with us,” added Michelle.
“In a limited way.”
“Doesn’t work that way,” said Sean.
“In for a dime, in for a dollar,” added Michelle.
“What do you want?”
Sean and Michelle sat on the couch in the front room. Dobkin remained standing.
Michelle asked, “Where’re your wife and the kids?”
“Out. I had today off, just catching up on a few things.”