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“Come on,” I pleaded.

He turned his head to me. “Money gets wired, and I either make the transfer when I finish the job or I don’t.”

“Oh.” That answered one question. “And Hawkins?”

“Someone else did that.”

“Okay.”

We were silent.

“We will get Landry back,” he promised me.

I pushed air through my lungs. “How do you know?”

“I just do.”

I tried to let his certainty comfort me.

“What are you thinking?”

“That none of this makes any sense, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Why Landry?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

I looked back out the window, unable to talk anymore.

When we landed at McCarran International, I texted Gabriel to tell him I had landed fine and that I would give him an update as soon as I knew anything. I had called him the night before after Conrad picked me up and explained what had happened. He was furious for me and made me promise to let him know if I needed anything at all.

“Thanks Gabe,” I had replied softly.

“You’ll get him back Trev,” he promised me. “Make sure you call me.”

“I will,” I sighed and hung up.

After Conrad and I separated, me to duck into the bathroom and him to go get a rental car, I went to wait for him on the curb outside in front of arrivals. Ten minutes later, he rolled up to collect me.

“That’s amazing,” I told him as I opened the back door and threw my duffel in.

“What is?” he asked when I got in the passenger seat and buckled in.

“I’ve never gotten a car that fast.”

He squinted at me. “You reserve it online, they come pick you up, take you to the rental car place, you sign, they give you keys, and you drive away. What’s to wait for?”

“You must be, like, a gold member or something.”

“Try platinum.”

“I guess you rent a lot of cars, huh?”

“Contract killer, comes with the job.”

“You don’t say hitman?”