Page 59 of Race With The Devil
“Let me sleep with you, Tanner! Please, oh please.”
She really didn’t have to beg. “Of course, darlin’.” I patted the pillow next to me. Like a little girl, she clambered under the covers, her hands in a praying position under her cheek. “We have to think of a strategy for tomorrow. Wolf’s bringing his drone so we can examine the canyon. But regardless, if we find a body, I want you to stay up top by the vehicles. Do you promise? You don’t even have a piece.”
“That shows how much you know,” she said mysteriously.
She wanted to let it go, to talk about Wolf’s drone, but I interrupted. “Unity. Tell me. What piece do you have?”
She shrugged. “I have a very small Remington, one of those pocket pistols.”
“And you’ve been to the range? You can use it?”
Again, the shrug. “Yeah.”
I sighed. I had to trust her. “Well listen, little darlin’. Tutti Morgan knows where he shoved Lavinia Dock over the trail’s edge. He might even be waiting there for us.”
“I’ve thought about that,” said Unity, her voice small. “I sort of blew it at his house, showing our entire hand like that. That’s why I’m glad I brought this little gun.”
I sighed. “Being old is easier than being young. There are so fewer options.”
I gathered her in my arms, her face against my bare chest. I wasn’t sure if I was glad she’d brought a gun. I would’ve rather she just stay at her ride, but then again, Lavinia was her friend. She’d followed this investigation through to the end. I couldn’t just tell her she couldn’t see the final black moment.
