“Thank you. It’s not like I don’t know you have a strong protective streak so it doesn’t really surprise me, and I bet it was mom who changed your mind,” Joey said.
“She laid out what I already knew but wasn’t willing to admit in this particular case. You’re an adult, you know you job, and you are half of our partnership. You should be allowed to make your own decision on whether you want to be involved in what might, or might not, happen.”
“At least you knew it,” Joey replied somewhat acidly.
Glenn winced. “Yeah, I know. I was being stupid.”
“No, you were being ‘you’.” Joey moved closer so he could hug him. “I should be pissed, you’re right, but honestly I’m not. Well, not too much anyway.”
Glenn took the opportunity to give him a kiss before he explained what he’d done. Joey listened, nodding occasionally, until Glenn was finished.
“What makes you think he’s going to come after you at the house? Why wouldn’t he just take you out in town?”
“First off, other than dropping you back at your car, I don’t intend to go to town again until this is over.”
“But that’s presupposing it is you he’s after. If it’s someone else he’ll just hit and run.”
“The more I’ve thought about it the more I’m certain it's me for that very reason. He might or might not know Nate was found, but either way it would’ve behooved him to make the hit as soon as he stashed him, or this morning if he needed time to get to wherever he planned on doing it. Make sense?”
“Yes. But by that same logic you were in town today so why didn’t take his chances then?”
“I’m not some civilian wandering around with my head up my ass. I was well aware of my surroundings and made damned good and sure he wouldn’t have the chance.”
“Yeah, right. You were waiting outside the station house when I got off.”
“And where was I?”
Joey thought about it. “Leaning against one of the pillars, facing the door, so he’d have had to walk up to you in order to get in a good shot.”
“Exactly. And I moved you to the car as fast as you’d let me. God’s, sometimes your stubbornness drives me crazy.”
“Well like I said…”
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, with feelers out, and very publicly, that I’m looking for the Ranchero, I’m hoping he gets wind of it. That also gives him my name.” When Joey growled under his breath, Glenn patted his knee. “That’s the whole idea. He has to know it so he can ask about me when I don’t show up in town. He’ll find out where the house is and, God willing, come after me there.”
“It could be a day or two before he does. It’ll take that long for him to figure out you’re holed up there.”
“Possibly. Then again if he asks the right questions he’ll know my being in town at all is a rarity.”
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