Page 131 of Savior
His good mood dampers slightly. “No… I wish… But, no. Something else.”
I take a seat beside him as he places the remote on the slate coffee table and puts his arm around my shoulders. With his beer, he gestures to the flatscreen. “Check this out.”
I shift my focus to the news report, flashing photos of old, run-down houses. The reporter is going on about a circuit of slummy brothels that local law enforcement just shut down across three counties, including ours. That the arrests even led to the discovery and seizure of meth and heroin as well.
“Score one, for the Saviors.” Dean grins.
I shift to look at him. “The Saviors? You had something to do with this?”
“About a week ago, I gave Jason a cellphone that had the addresses to all these places in it.”
“And how exactly, did you get your hands on that?”
He’s about to answer, when something the news caster is saying, draws his attention back to the screen. A man’s body was found in one of the houses, presumed to have died from an overdose. The picture of the identified man, Boyd Evans, flashes across the screen. A white male in his mid-thirties, shaved head, with a black goatee.
“I wonder if Legion gave him the same option, he did Preacher.” Dean mutters. “Hot dose himself, or someone else would do it for him.”
“What?”
“That’s Rat.” He tilts his chin up at the screen. “The phone belonged to him. He worked for Legion.” I watch as Dean’s eyes slide back to me. “Been telling you, Legion is scum, doll. And he killed this prick, too. Probably to silence him before the cops grabbed him.”
I don’t even know what to say.
“Do you believe me?”
“Why would you lie to me?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Does this mean Legion will be arrested?” I ask.
His eyes narrow slightly as he seems to study me more closely. “Would that bother you?”
“Why would it?”
“You tell me.”
I really don’t want to argue with him about Legion, any more. “Dinner is on the table.” I say, standing up.
“Jason said so far, none of this traces back to Legion. But with so many arrests, there’s a good chance someone might turn on him. He’s going down, Vanna. It’s just a matter of time.”
“Okay. If he’s a bad guy, then, good.”
“If he’s a bad guy?”
“What do you want me to say, Dean?”
He gets up to stand before me. “That number he slipped you, in your shop last summer. It was stored in the junkie’s phone, under Boss.”
“Then all the cops have to do is trace that number to Legion, and it’s over. His identity will be revealed, and you will know, once and for all, why he’s got it out for you.”
“It’s a burner phone, doll. It wasn’t traced back to anybody.”
After tonight, you won’t be able to reach me… Legion’s word spring to the forefront of my mind. Did Legion know this was going to happen?
“Oh...” Is all I manage to say.
“Relieved?”
“Will you stop it?” I frown. “I know he’s a bad guy.”
“But you aren’t afraid of him. Why is that?”
I don’t know… But Dean is the last person I should unpack my thoughts and feelings about Legion with.
“Maybe because I have your crazy ass watching over me?” I suggest, instead.
A slight grin finally cracks his stern expression. “Alright.” Dean says, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. He presses a kiss to the back of my fingers, before leading me towards the dining room table. “I can live with that, for now. Let’s eat.”
