“The person who is going to make sure you leave Miss Reklinger alone.”

“You’re a damn tease and not worth the hassle.” Alton says, stomping off.

Waiting for Alton to get around the corner, I’m in a stare down with my unwelcomed guest, who is now only a few inches away.

“This is none of your concern. I had everything under control, Mr. Delatorre. Why the fuck are you here?” I ask, wiping the little bit of blood off my lips.

“I came to return this.” He says handing me back the business card I gave Amy. “And to inform you that Amy is none of your concern. You need to be aware, I can find you easily.”

Not knowing what to say, I stand there with an uneasy expression on my face. Felix Delatorre is walking away. The man carries himself with such confidence you know he means every word he says. He’s tall, over six feet, and he clearly works out. His cockiness is what’s most alarming. He comes across as the man who owns the world. This can be a dangerous attitude to have. And raises the question, can he back it up?

Separating the trucks doesn’t make me comfortable. We’ve had two cars following us from the beginning. Since they are making no serious attempt to hide themselves, my instinct screams to deviate from the original plan. Sending the code to split the group early is not a decision I’m a hundred percent comfortable with, but it’s the best one to make. The trucks are spaced out in half hour intervals to keep distance between the loads and not draw attention. Now we are switching our directions. The routes were planned to be different, but the break off was not intended to occur this soon.

Checking in, I let Roundman know we will be delayed. Something in this doesn’t feel right. This is not at all how any of our previous dealings with Delatorre have gone down. I rub my hand on the back of my neck, trying to work away the tension radiating throughout my body.

“You straight, Tripp?” Tank asks as he’s changing gears.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Shit feels off though. Not our typical run.” My phone rings before we can talk more.

“Crews,” I answer.

“The caddy followed you on the break off. Stay aware. He’s closing in on your six. Do you want me to send extra wheels?” Conductor states with his normal firm tone.

The tail watched who has the double up on back up, damn it. Tank and I decided to stick with only one of the additional cars and let the others have two each. We have Slice, Tank, and me. Slice being our additional car, while the other two trucks have two cars with them. They’re clearly following the truck with the least man power. Conductor calls in informing me that the Cadillac SVT has four men inside, the other small car has three men, leaving the three of us against seven. The odds aren’t bad, but shit isn’t good either. We’re armed, but it’s drama we don’t need following us home.