Accidentally on Purpose (Heartbreaker Bay #3)(76)

Oh shit. That’s exactly what Morgan was thinking. Elle brought up the Find My Friends app on her phone and sat there, heart pounding while it loaded Morgan’s approximate whereabouts.

The Tenderloin.

She called Archer but she went straight to voice mail. She tried Spence next. “I’ve got a problem,” she said.

“Your problems are my problems,” Spence said.

She’d been hoping he’d say that. “It’s about Morgan.”

“Okay.”

“I need you to come with me to stop her from being stupid.”

“Meet me out front in five,” he said.

When she got out to the street, Spence was there in an old beat-up Ford truck. He leaned over and pushed open the passenger door.

It took her a minute to figure out how to climb up into the truck without flashing the world her goodies and when she did, she found Old Man Eddie squished into the backseat.

“It’s his truck,” Spence said. “He’s not allowed to drive it anymore, hasn’t been since the seventies when he got his license taken away.”

“And it still runs?” she marveled aloud.

Spence flashed a smile. “Let’s just say I’ve done a lot of work on it here and there when I’ve had time.”

Eddie snorted. “Don’t be modest, boy. You took the entire thing apart and put it back together again. Baby’s better than brand-spanking-new. She’s bionic.” He looked at Spence. “Bionic’s still a thing, right, boy genius?”

“Sure,” Spence said. “But she’s only bionic on the inside.” He looked at Elle. “He didn’t want anything on the outside to change.”

“Of course not,” Eddie said, stroking the truck. “Baby likes flying under the radar.”

“And as for your next question,” Spence said to Elle. “She’s almost legal.”

“I never question a favor.” Elle searched for a seatbelt, finding only a lap one. It’d have to do. “But we’re in a hurry. Does baby hurry?”

Spence laughed and revved an engine that sounded Formula One race ready.

Elle pulled out her phone. “I’m calling Archer to leave a message and let him know what we’re up to.”

“Good idea,” Spence said. “Since I already did.”

She slid him a look that usually had a man’s testicles going north for the winter. “You didn’t trust me to know that was the right call?”

“Bros before hoes,” Eddie said from the backseat.

“He tried calling you back,” Spence said. “You didn’t pick up.”

She stared down at her phone. Yep. A missed call.

“Text him where we’re headed,” Spence said. “He’s going to meet us there. Do it now before he kills us both.”

“I’ve got Morgan’s dot on the map but I want to try calling her again for her exact location.” Elle nearly collapsed in relief when her sister answered.

“Yo.”

“Yo yourself,” Elle said. “Where the hell are you?”

“Well, you’re not going to like it.”

“Try me.”

“I’m on my way to Lars’s place—”

“No—”

“I didn’t want you or Archer to get hurt. I need to do this, Elle. I want to clean my slate. I want to start over without anything hanging over my head. That way I can get myself a life like you, with a great job, a great guy—”

“Morgan—”

“And I’m going to turn myself in,” Morgan said firmly. “With the Russian pocket watch. It’ll go back to its rightful owner and when it’s all over and done, I’ll be free and clear and finally in the right place to start anew.”

Elle’s stomach dropped. “Morgan, I don’t know the statute of limitations on stolen antiques. You could go to jail.”

“I stole it, Elle,” Morgan said softly. “I did this. I’m coming to terms with paying the consequences for that, but first I want to make some things right. I hate all the crap and danger I’ve brought to your life and I’m furious at Lars. I need to see him.”

“No,” Elle said firmly. “No way—”

“I’m going to tell him I have the watch hidden safely away and that I’ll give it to him if he promises he’ll leave me and you alone.”

Panic and fear were unhappy twins inside Elle. “He’ll never do it. And you’re not na?ve enough to believe otherwise.”

“Of course not,” Morgan said. “But you know how arrogant he is, how much he likes to talk about himself. I’m going to record our conversation and hopefully get him to implicate himself. I’m going down but he’s coming with me. And the beauty is, he won’t see this coming. He’ll never believe a grifter like me would actually go to the police. But that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“You don’t even know if he’s going to be home.”

“If he’s not, I’m going to search it for the brooch and turn that in too. Lars inherited his grandma’s house in the Tenderloin while he was in jail. It’s a pit, but it’s a free-and-clear pit, and he’s living there.”