“Oh my God,” I breathed and started doing a scan of the floor.
“Stark’s team has neutralized the driver,” Ben went on.
Heath at his desk.
“They’ve also called the cops who are en route,” Ben kept going.
Sandy at hers.
“But they don’t want you to move.”
Lloyd at his. Kathleen at hers. Jennie at hers.
“Keep an eye on your crew,” he finished.
The eye I was supposed to keep on my crew hit Tandy’s desk.
She wasn’t there.
My blood turned to ice.
“Tandy,” I whispered.
“What?” Ben asked.
“Tandy’s not at her desk.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Stark’s busy, but I’ll call. He’s got eyes everywhere. If somethin’ was goin’ down with her, he’d be on it. Stay at your desk.”
I looked again through the floor.
No Tandy anywhere.
“Benny—”
“Do not…leave…your desk, tesorina.”
I started deep-breathing. “Furlock is gonna be okay?”
“You think Stark would let anything happen to him?”
No.
I did not.
“I’m almost there, baby. Then we’re out of there and safe.”
I stared at Tandy’s empty desk, saying, “Okay.”
“Don’t move, Frankie.”
He so knew me because I so wanted to move, search for Tandy, make sure she was okay.
I visualized rooting myself to the chair, even as I itched to jump out of it, and said, “I won’t, Benny.”
“Keep it together, babe. Love you.”
“Love you too, honey.”
He disconnected.
I deep-breathed and went about shutting down for the night.
In this time, Tandy didn’t come back.
At the end of this time, my phone rang again.
It was Benny.
“Ben,” I whispered as greeting.
“Stay where you are. I’ll be there.”
He’d already told me that.
Why was he again telling me that?
“Benny—”
“Promise me you will not move, Frankie.”
Shit.
Something was going down.
And Stark was occupied.
They needed Benny.
“Ben—”
“Promise me.”
“Is it Tandy?”
“Promise me.”
“Benny!” I snapped.
“I need you to promise me.”
Oh God.
God!
“I promise, Benny.”
“Good, baby. Be there soon.”
“Be careful, Benny.”
“I will.”
“Be very careful, Benny.”
“I will, honey. Gotta go now.”
He sounded normal, if impatient. Almost businesslike.
Oh God.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“Love you too. See you soon.”
“Yeah.”
He disconnected.
I looked to Bierman’s empty office.
Then to Tandy’s empty desk.
Then I looked to my phone and called Sal.
He picked up in one ring. “We’re on it, amata.”
Oh God.
On what?
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Gotta go, Francesca,” he said as answer.
“Sal!” I snapped.
He disconnected.
I shot out of my chair.
Don’t move, Frankie.
Tandy sometimes went to the bathroom to freshen up before leaving work because she was going out to get a drink.
I knew that night she wasn’t going out to get a drink.
I couldn’t see her purse because she put it in a locked drawer. She wouldn’t leave for the day without telling me. Especially not early. But never.
I wanted to run to the bathroom and check it to see if Tandy was there.
I looked to Berger’s office to see him on the phone. He was far away, but he appeared business as usual and I wanted to run to his office and tell him what was happening. Get his big ass out of his executive chair and make him do something human for a change.
I didn’t.
I sat down in my chair, tipped my eyes to my phone, and willed it to ring.
Bierman had made a move on Furlock at Wyler.
Desperate.
What ends would desperate men stoop to?
Benny.
My Benny.
I heard police sirens outside, not one, many, but I didn’t look out my windows.
I stared at my phone, my brain chanting, call me, call me, call me.
The sirens got close and stayed close. The police were outside.
I clenched my teeth.
How did Benny do it, make a myriad of promises every day and then set about keeping them? Each one. Dozens of them. Small and large. Every day.
A promise kept.
And I could hardly contain myself from moving.
Promise me.
“God,” I whispered, my throat beginning to get scratchy. “Benny.”
I had to stay where I was. I had to keep this promise to Benny. I had to prove to him that when he needed me to do something important, I could do it. When he came back to me, I had to show him that it was okay that he put his faith in me and I kept myself safe for him.