Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
The biker looked from me to the salesman. “Is that right?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I was going to buy a truck in cash, but seeing as you don’t have any integrity, I guess I’ll head on down the road to the next dealership.”
My smug smile had the salesman narrowing his eyes.
The biker walked back to his bike, and I walked to my car. “You come back here, and you’ll have the cops called on you for trespassing.”
I whirled around. “Seeing as I’m married to a cop, he might be really interested to know that you’re a slimeball that sold me a car knowing damn well and good that it wouldn’t do well in Montana.”
If I could call Gentry my husband. Or even a boyfriend at this point. I had no clue what we were.
Technically he was my husband. But he hadn’t seen, nor spoken to me, in days.
“Yeah, I’m sure that your ‘husband’ would’ve let you come all the way over here without accompanying you.” The salesman snorted. “Next you’re going to tell me that he’s a Dixie Warden and he’ll come kick my ass.” The salesman rolled his eyes as if he couldn’t find that any more annoying. “Because you know, it’s only the corrupt Wardens that work for the sheriff’s department in this county.”
The old man, who’d been in the process of getting onto his bike, froze.
He turned around and leveled a look on the salesman. “What about Dixie Wardens?”
The salesman froze. “Uhhh…”
The biker picked up his phone and dialed someone.
He grinned when whomever it was picked up and said, “Denver. Might want to meet me down at the Ford place in town.”
Denver…
Oh, boy.
Thirty minutes later, the entire freakin’ parking lot was full of “corrupt Wardens” and I was right smack dab in the middle of it.
Denver parked his bike, along with the newly minted Dixie Wardens, Bells and Thumper.
Bells was a cool-eyed man who looked like he had his head on his shoulder. Thumper struck me as the exact opposite.
More of a Martin Riggs kind of man. Crazy with a side of crazy.
His eyes weren’t cool, but wired, and focused entirely on me.
Well, on the salesman who was standing next to me cursing himself to oblivion.
“I didn’t mean anything by it!” the salesman threw up his hands.
“No?” the older gentleman biker said. “I’m thinking you meant every word. The way you curled your lip up let me know that you harbor a deep-seated anger toward the Dixie Wardens, and as the national president of the Dixie Wardens, I’d love to hear the explanation as to why. From what I know, this entire chapter is in good standing. So, now that both the club president and I are here…tell us what’s up.”
The salesman opened and closed his mouth.
“Bells,” Denver drawled. “Why don’t you give Sage a ride home? She looks like she’s freezing.”
I immediately shook my head. “I’m not freakin’ leaving until he takes my trade in! That’s all I wanted! He sold me the car, telling me it’d be perfect in the winter! I can’t even drive it with a small amount of snow on the ground. It’s not perfect!”
Thumper arrived at my side and I blinked, surprised to find him just…there.
He held out the keys. “How about you give me those keys, and get a ride home with Bells.”
I again shook my head. “No offense, Bells.” I smiled and waved. “But it’s freezing out. I’m not sure I would survive a ride home on a bike.”
Bells jerked his chin.
I pointed at the doctor’s office. “I’m just going to go over there while y’all…work something out.”
Denver grunted. “Bells.”
Bells fell into step with me, not saying a word.
He walked with me over to the office and pulled out his own set of keys to unlock the door. He barely had the door open when Odin popped out of the other side.
The medical examiner’s side.
“What’s up?” he asked, looking at Bells then at me.
He had gore-covered gloves on his hands.
Gross.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just waiting for them to resolve a few issues. I figured I’d get some file reading done since I seem to have some free time on my hands.”
Odin looked across the street at the small car dealership that I really should’ve known better than to get a car from. “Those files you pulled on the missing kids?”
I nodded.
I’m not surprised he knew I’d pulled them.
Odin missed nothing.
Plus, they’d been sitting on my desk for two days now since we’d been going nonstop.
I’d never been more happy that today was Saturday and I got the full day off.
After talking to Bernice and Odin, until we got more staff, it wouldn’t be open.
It’d stay closed until we had enough people we trusted to help, then Bernice would take over half the week, and Odin the other half. Giving them both those days off.