Page 66 of My End

Boone staggered back.

“You’re both lawyers,” Brian continued. “So you know what that means.”

“Don’t say another fucking word,” Boone growled at Gibbs.

Jim sputtered. “You’re the fucking chef!”

Brian chuckled. “Exactly what I wanted you to think. You’re also under arrest, dumbass.”

Jim grunted but didn’t fight.

From the hallway, Kevin shouted, “I’ll talk! I’ll tell you anything you want to know!”

“Damn,” Pirate laughed. “He’s ready to sing like a fucking bird.”

Brian checked his watch. “Leo, you’ve got three minutes before this place is crawling with agents.”

Leo nodded. “That’s all I need.”

Yarder looked at us. We all knew it was time to move.

Tilly moved beside me, but Boone’s voice lashed out.

“Where are you going?” he snapped. “She’s a part of this, too.”

Brian shook his head. “Nice fucking try. She’s not.”

“I didn’t know anything,” Tilly said, standing tall. “Not about the money, the threats, the revenge. Nothing.”

“So you’re running off with some dirty piece of shit biker?” Boone snarled.

Cue Ball grumbled, “Why do they always gotta say we’re dirty?”

Tilly turned, cool as ice. “I hope you never see the light of day again. You’re the dirty one. You’re the one who’ll rot. Goodbye, Boone.”

Leo and Brynn turned and walked out. Cue Ball and Pirate stayed behind with Brian. The rest of us moved out of the house.

I could already hear the rumble of distant sirens.

Outside, Leo and Brynn moved toward their car.

“Thanks for the help,” Yarder said.

Brynn nodded. “I think it’s going to be a long, long time before we hear anything from Boone and Gibbs.”

Leo opened the sedan door. “Let us know if you need anything else. Otherwise, we’ll just see you on the TV.”

Tilly tipped her head. “TV?”

I pulled her close. “Just add that to the list of things I need to tell you.”

“The list is very long,” she said dryly.

Everyone laughed.

Leo and Brynn got into the car and drove off.

Two minutes later, the house was swarmed with FBI vans and agents shouting orders, guns drawn.