The man stood on the other side of the door wasn’t Presley. Staring up at me with those weasely eyes, twisted in an expression of puzzlement and slowly dawning horror, was Gwen’s favorite lieutenant.
Again, it took me a moment to come up with his name. “It’s… Iggy, isn’t it?”
He clearly hadn’t been expecting me to be here.
He gave a nervous laugh. Spun on his heel to flee and crashed into Presley’s armored chest, the knight only half a step behind him.
“Whoa there, where’s the fire?” I hopped down from the van and put an arm across his shoulders, steering him back to the doors. “You can’t dash off now, you just got here.”
“B-but I… I…”
“I’m sure you do.” I pushed him into the van and through the curtain, beckoning Presley to follow. If I did this fast enough neither of them would realize I was technically kidnapping a Lawman.
Once we were inside I beckoned Iggy to sit on the stool. He kept casting around, looking for an exit. I needed to calm him down before he had a heart attack.
“Take it easy, Iggy.” I held my hands out in a gesture of peace. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell Gwen.”
Something in that seemed to take root. He stopped looking for the exit. Fixed me with a wary look. “You won’t… Tell Gwen?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” I tried for a disarming grin. “It’s not your fault she’s got you following me all over town.”
“Following you…?” He thought about this for a moment, then gave a relieved sigh. “Y-yeah. I didn’t realize you were actually in the van... I’m sorry about all this, Mister Reynolds. It’s one of her new personal projects, she’s got detectives like me stalking your every step.”
“I figured as much.” I nodded. Gestured at the stool. “Take a seat.”
“Take a…? But I really should-”
“I’ve got a couple of questions for you, but I need to speak to Presley first.” I motioned again for him to sit. “You can go after. Sound good?”
Iggy still looked uncomfortable, but he nodded in agreement and finally sat down.
“Thank you.” In the cramped confines of the van we had to stand single file, so I had to turn fully about to face Presley. “Now-”
“Captain.” His face was oddly pale, his tone a harsh whisper. “Are we holding him against his will?”
“Against his…? No, of course not!” I forced a laugh. Put a hand on his shoulder. “Try not to think about it.
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