Chapter 7
Dillan
It took three days before we gave up trying to find Fiona. Instead, I went to find Randy. He was much easier to find. Jorge was visibly relieved when he found him within minutes. I was sure Jorge was beginning to doubt his own abilities by that point.
I waited outside Randy’s apartment on Thursday night. He got home from work about 9pm. I stepped quietly out from under the staircase that was next to his first-floor apartment. He lived closer to the San Fernando Valley then he did to the downtown LA area, where my club was.
I stayed in the shadows until after Randy pushed his door open and walked inside. I rushed up behind him and shoved him hard enough to make him fly a few feet in and fall on the floor. I had some frustrations to get out. It had not been a good week.
I slammed the door closed behind me and locked it. He rolled onto his butt and crawled away from me. Sticking to the floor. The wrestler in him was probably more comfortable with that. I didn’t care. I could work with anything. Besides, he was closer to my boots down there.
“Dillan? What are you doing here? Fi said she gave you everything.” He stammered nervously, licking his lips, and looking around the room.
I chuckled darkly and squatted down to his level. “Oh, she did, and then some. Your sister is quite the piece of work.”
“Wh... what are you talking about?”
“Where can I find Fiona, Randy? She and I have some unfinished business to discuss.”
He gulped and moved further away. “I’m not telling you anything.”
I stood back up and did my best to relax my pose. “I mean no harm to her. I just need to have a little chat with her.”
Something in Randy clicked into place. His balls, maybe? He stood up, finally not looking like such a weakling.
“What do you want to know? I will tell you what I can, but I won’t tell you where she is. Fi likes her privacy.”
I snorted and shook my head. “How much does your sister know about computers?”
Randy stepped back, surprised. “What?”
I stepped forward, adding a little menace to my movement and words. “How well… does Fiona… know computers?” I asked slowly and succinctly.
He looked to the side, like he was searching for words. Or how to lie his way out of it.
“Fi knows about as much as anyone, I guess.”
“You are such a bad liar. I’ve watched you play poker for years, Randy. I know all your tells. Now answer the question honestly this time.”
