Page 12 of Diesel's Perseverance
“I heard.”
“He said you killed his brother,” she whispered.
Another long pause. This time Myla was convinced he’d ended the call.
“I’m in some deep shit, babe.”
“Talk to me. What happened? Were you defending yourself?”
“Sort of… maybe. I mean, yeah, but Peter won’t see it that way. I don’t want to drag you into all this.”
“You already have.”
An audible sigh came through the phone. “I know. I’m sorry about that. You can’t say you didn’t like the good life.”
“I liked the way we used to be. I didn’t care about all the material things. You know that.”
“Icared. You never could catch on to that, could you?” The anger in his voice was palpable.
“Please tell me where you are.”
“I’m nowhere. I hope you got out of the house. Peter doesn’t play nice.”
“I left right after he phoned me.”
“Where are you?”
Suspicion descended on her. She wanted to tell Freddy about Diesel and being in Pinewood Springs but didn’t trust him and she hadn’t for the past year.
“Holing up at a motel outside of Denver.”
“Where exactly?”
“In Elizabeth. A family-run place. Are you going to come see me?”
There was another damn pause.I don’t know him anymore. Not at all.
“Maybe. Peter probably thinks you know where I am and all about the business. He won’t believe you if you tell him you don’t know shit.”
“I don’t.”
“We know that, but he won’t buy it. He’ll try to get to me through you. So me not telling you too much is for your own good.”
“How do you figure that? If he thinks I know what’s going on, he’ll try anything to get it out of me and hurt me real bad. It sounds like you not telling me anything is keeping you safe. You don’t trust me.”
“I haven’t trusted you since you started cheating on me.”
“Really, you’re going to bring all that up again? I never cheated on you, Freddy. You’re in deep trouble, I’m in trouble, and that’s what you want to discuss?”
“You can be a real bitch, Myla. A real fucking bitch.”
“And you can be a real prick. Don’t think I forgot what you did to me.”
“I told you a million fucking times I was sorry about that. I wasn’t right in my head that day. I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I sent you flowers and bought you an expensive as hell diamond bracelet. What more can I say?”
“Absolutely nothing.” She cleared her throat. “Did you call your brother? I’m sure he can help you.”
“Maybe. And don’t contact him. I don’t want you meeting him or anything, understand?”
