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“Fuck,” Ronald said. “Let’s go. We can’t leave this shit.”
Boone turned over the ignition of his car and took off, heading toward the warehouse that had been mentioned as a place to send a certain shipment.
These were sick fucks. He always knew they were, but now it was confirmed.
This wasn’t moving too fast. This was moving at the right pace.
Chapter Seven
Boone had promised to try and get to the college campus to spend some time with Lucia. By five o’clock, all the day classes were over, and Lucia sat in the car with Frank as they made their way toward Howard and Nancy’s.
They had a dinner menu, and she wasn’t interested in going to a fast-food place. She liked their place, especially as she knew they were friends with Boone.
Frank parked the car, and they climbed out.
“Has Boone been in touch?” she asked.
He glanced down at his cell phone. “Nah, nothing.”
“Is everything okay?”
“It’s Boone, everything is fine.”
They entered the café and she waved to Nancy who smiled at her. She went straight to Boone’s usual table, and Frank slid in after her.
“Hey, you two. No Boone tonight?” Nancy asked.
“He’s busy,” Frank said.
“That man always is. I think he is trying to save the world.” Nancy sighed. “Anyway, what can I get you two?”
Lucia ordered a cheeseburger with chili-cheese fries, as she had been dreaming about them for most of the day. Frank ordered the same.
“How long have you and Boone known each other?” Lucia asked.
“A lifetime.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
She looked at him and tried to implore with her gaze for him to elaborate, only the man wasn’t talking.
“When?” Lucia asked.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but anything you want to find out about Boone, you’re going to have to ask him yourself.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Why is it so top secret?”
“Boone doesn’t like his shit ... talked about. It is as simple as that. You can either like it or not. As his wife, he would have no issue talking to you about it.” He shrugged.
She wanted to know more.
“Is he a good guy?” Lucia asked.
“You’re curious now?”
“I was curious before, but it’s not like it is something I can ask.”