Page 33 of Line of Sight (Second Sight #4)

AS SOON as I clicked Answer, Greg blurted, “Sean Nichols is dead. It’s all over the news.”

“And why are you telling me?”

“Was it you?”

I suppose I should have been flattered that he recognized my fine hand.

I said nothing.

“Why, for God’s sake?”

I’d heard enough. “Because he was just like his stupid, loose-tongued boyfriend, that’s why.”

“Who said he knew anything?” Greg sounded appalled. “Surely he’d have told the police by now if he had.”

“I couldn’t take that risk.”

Okay, that was a lie. Sean wasn’t dead because I was afraid of getting caught.

Greg didn’t need to know that, however.

Without waiting for the next inanity to fall from his lips, I said, “At least now you know what will happen if any of you ever get the idea of opening your big fat mouths. Relax. This has nothing to do with you.”

I hung up.

I fully expected him to try to call again, but my phone remained silent.

Maybe he’s gotten the message.

Yeah. Somehow I doubted that.