Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Webber,” he said the moment I answered. “I have a lot of info for you. You have time?”
“Yep,” I answered. “What’s up?”
“One, your wife and all the old ladies are good. I checked on them through Audric’s security cameras a few minutes ago. They’re on the back porch discussing the merits of getting married on the beach for a destination wedding.” He started right in. “Two, they’ve spent a lot of money. They’ve dipped into the cash you had me put into their accounts from the club fund. Though, they didn’t realize it was put in there. All of them would be overdrawn except for Searcy had I not added it in.”
I chuckled. “What else?”
“They had a case of wine delivered last night and based on the number of bottles on the porch, they’ve been tasting the hell out of them,” he continued.
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, man.”
“Number two, the cops talked to that old lady, and now they’re officially listing Cadence and her father as persons of interest in the shooting at your shop. They want to talk to Jasper, but Gunner informed them that he was in Hawaii recovering at a friend’s place. I so helpfully answered his phone for him and slipped them some information. They’ll probably find the two assholes today.”
As planned.
I had wanted to let them drown, but instead we dragged them out of the water and tied them up to a chair in their houseboat.
They were on day four of no water and were probably dehydrated as fuck.
If someone hadn’t found them in the next twenty-four hours, we’d have placed an anonymous tip that the cops could’ve found them before they died of dehydration.
“Did the cops get enough out of the old lady to convict?” I asked.
“According to their notes, yes,” he answered. “As of right now, there’s a laundry list of things that they have going against them. Conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, and assault and battery being a few. The district attorney owes me a favor, and he’ll be indicting them on everything they can. Plus, them being officers of the law, it’s not looking good for them at all. Oh, and the old lady sang like a canary when the cops came in last night. The threat worked.”
The threat meaning I would sauté her dog on a skillet and video it for her to watch.
She had an irrational attachment to that animal.
Plus, she treated it more like her child than a dog.
I’d had the bright idea yesterday when I’d seen the thing running around the neighborhood.
I hadn’t given it a second thought until now, which was slightly wrong of me.
The innocent dog had probably gotten so hungry it’d had to use its perfectly pampered paws to dig out of the backyard.
I’d taken pity on it and brought it into my house.
Hai had been ecstatic, always wanted a dog but his mom never let him have one.
I’d decided to keep it, even if it was pampered as fuck and expected wet food every morning at six.
I was sure Eedie and Silver would love the damn thing when they got back.
“What about the other thing I had you looking into?” I asked.
“Jasper gave his notice to the department when he got to Hawaii. They’ve already reassigned the case to a new girl. I’m sure we’ll see her soon,” he answered.
“What’s her name?”
“Maxine Annmarie Cisneros. Twenty-nine. Fresh out of the academy. Has a bachelor’s in accounting and forensics. Goes by Max. Has two ferrets. Lives with a male roommate. Eight hundred credit score. School loans out the ass that she’ll probably never pay off.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, Apollo. We’ll keep an eye out for her.”
“I put a track on the cards she was issued through the bureau. I also have a tracker on her personal ones. She won’t be able to sneak up on us. I’ll know the moment she gets into town. I’m still waiting to see if she gets a new name, though. I’ll keep you updated.” He paused. “Your future wife just told everyone that she wished you’d move. How do you feel about the country life?”
It took me all of two seconds before I said, “I’ll look for a realtor.”
“No realtor needed.” He sounded like he was typing. “There’s room on the same block that the Semyonovs live on. Just down the street a bit.”
“Eh, I’m thinking acreage. Lake living isn’t really for me,” I admitted.
Chevy and Copper now lived at the lake. Though I thought it was nice there, I didn’t want to make the lake my home.
Now, rolling hills and pastureland? That sounded right up my alley.
“There’s a forty-six-acre farm in Plano. They are for sale, but they’re looking for the right people who won’t give in to land developers and sell to them. I’m sending you the listing now.” My phone pinged.