**Erikson's POV**

Lynn hung up on me.

I stare at my phone. The call ended screen mocks me.

"Well?" Willie looks up from where he's trying to pry another bottle away from Grayson. "Did she listen?"

"No." I pocket my phone. "She thinks it's a trick."

Grayson laughs. It's an ugly sound. Raw. "Smart girl. Always so smart."

His hand is still bleeding. The bar towel wrapped around it is soaked through. The ...