Chapter 19
After I picked up Noah, who darted across the street where we rendezvoused from Ivan’s apartment complex, we headed straight for his apartment. Now, my mouth gaped as I stared at the gun. It rested in a plastic, zippered bag on his kitchen counter.
“I can’t believe you did this, Noah!”
“It was your idea,” he said.
“A bad idea that you talked me out of.” I looked at him, shook my head.
Who is this guy?
“Now what?” I asked.
Noah stood there. “Don’t worry about it. I got this.”
I scanned his place. Dirty dishes next to him. Pizza box on top of the coffee table. Soda cans next to it, trash can overflowing. Noah caught me checking everything out. “I haven’t had time to clean up.”
“I see that. Hey, at least your trophy case there in the corner is tidy.”
“I’ll get the Glock t
