Page 16 of Tiny's Law

I smile up at the blonde female who shares a desk with him, reaching my arm out to her. “Kourtney Walker. Do you mind being a sweetheart and showing me to a room where I can meet with Emmett Mack?”

Officer Truden scoffs and practically rips the folder when he aggressively flings it open on the desk. The female, who introduces herself as Rose, guides me to a hallway and then into an empty interrogation room where I can wait for Ringer.

“Thanks, hon,” I smile sweetly at the woman, who I can tell is a little flustered by my attention.

Listen, if I have to flirt with a light pole to get what I want, I will do it to get exactly what I want.

A few minutes later, the metal door scrapes open. I’m met with a rather attractive man who must be Lilah’s husband and my new client. My first client here in Desert Rose.

I reach my hand across the table as soon as Rose releases him from his handcuffs. “Emmett? I’m Kourtney. Your wife hired me.”

“Call me Ringer,” he says with a firm nod while shaking my hand and taking a seat across from me.

“Perfect.” I lean back in my chair, unzipping my large bag and pulling out my blue notebook. “I’ve already petitioned the judge before coming in here to release you immediately on the grounds of these fucking small-town, idiot cops not having a damn lick of evidence. They arrested you based solely on the small word of two druggies with rap sheets longer than a CVS receipt. I anticipate his response within the hour, but until then, I need you to tell me if you did, in fact, attempt murder yesterday so I know what the fuck I’m actually dealing with. Your brother told me that the cop who arrested you is the brother of the man you accidentally killed in 2013. Is that correct?”

His eyes widen comically before shaking his head, yet he stays silent. I get it. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t really trust anyone either. For all he knows, I’m just some random bitch in Prada. What he doesn’t know is how dedicated I am to getting his name cleared.

“There are no cameras or mics in this room. You can speak freely, Ringer. Either way, I will not let you go back to prison. Now, your brother said you might not want to say certain things because of your history, but he told me about the bakery, and he told me about the box in the kitchen in full detail. He told me to tell you that he told me so that maybe you could trust me too.” I drop the sugar-sweet smile and school my face to look at him earnestly.

He finally nods, “I can see why my wife likes you.”

“I’m hard not to like,” I shrug.

Ringer goes on to explain the same story everyone at the clubhouse told me and then even a little more from what happened outside.

After an hour of writing down every single detail, no matter how small, the lock on the door clicked, and the door screeches open.

The female cop comes in first, followed by Officer Truden, who has a sour expression on his face. “You’re free to go,” he grunts through clenched teeth.

I clap my hands, smiling. “Ah! Wonderful.” Pushing off the hard, uncomfortable seat, I turn to the male officer. “I will also be filing a request with the court that you will no longer be handling this case. As you hold too much personal history with my client, I’m afraid your opinion of him may be a little altered. Should this case be extended to the courts, which I don’t see why it would need to,” I shrug. “You will not be welcome in my courtroom, Officer…” I pretend not to know his name and flick my eyes down to his badge. “Truden.”

“Officer,” I wink at Rose again, who blushes.

“Holy shit,” Ringer mutters behind me as he follows me down the narrow hallway towards the exit.

“I know, I’m quite impressive,” I say cockily. “Just you wait, Ringer. I have a feeling today was the start of a wonderful relationship.”

“If you can do shit like that every time we get in trouble, I would say so. Shit.”

I let out a laugh and wave sweetly at the young man with the dimples. He unlocks the door leading out to the waiting room. I push through it and am almost trampled as Ringer rushes out the door at the sight of his wife.

I watch in amusement as the little spitfire flings herself at him, and after a minute and a half of kissing him on every open surface of skin, she slaps him clear across the face.

I laugh. I like this girl. Letting out a loud whistle with my pinkies, I wink at Lilah. “Me-ow! I love a kitty with claws.” I wave at the rest of the group and nod at the ringleader, who seems to be staring daggers through my soul. His stare doesn’t scare me per se, but it does force me to stand a little taller. I paste a smile back on my face. “It was a pleasure doing business with you all, although no offense, I do love a little more excitement and a fight. But with you bunch, I’m sure I’ll stay entertained. Ringer, I’ll be in touch because this isn’t over, unfortunately. You guys give me a call with whatever you need.”

Reggie pushes up from his chair and grabs my hand in his, leading me towards the exit.

Right before stepping through the door to leave, I look back towards the waiting room, where I saw Tiny sitting last. I blush when I find his eyes already on my retreating form. When he catches eyes with me, he winks, sending a flutter of butterflies through my stomach.

Chapter 7

Tiny

My laptop hasn’t left my lap once since this morning. Even sitting in that hard-as-fuck metal chair at the police station, I’ve done nothing but flip through screen after screen in an attempt to finally piece together all of this shit like the intricate puzzle that it is.

The only thing that’s pulled my attention away from the screen is the blonde bombshell that’s turned my world on its axis for a hot minute, and that’s something I am not used to. I feel like a teenager that’s never seen a pair of tits before.

Shit.

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