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I laugh in relief that he’s undamaged and point to the bathroom.

“How do we get him out of here now?” I ask.

“Easy. I texted Ranger. He’s going to meet us here and put Lucas in his car before going to get food from the diner for all of us. We’ll go back to Davis’s house and fuckboy follows us.”

“Your names for him have gotten more creative lately.”

“You should hear the ones in my head.”

Lucas returns from the bathroom and I thank the owners and let them know we’ll be back for the case as soon as we can. I’m sure this will be a story they tell at home tonight.

Chapter 24

Joker

“You’re telling me kidson the team shoved that,” Davis points to the baggie on the table in front of all of us, “down your pants and told the Coach you had drugs and then they chased you through the school?”

“Yes, sir,” Lucas replies.

“And the Coach is—”

“Keith,” Ginny says at the same time I say, “the fuckwad.”

“We need to call Sammy,” Lottie says.

“And tell him what?” Ginny asks.

“Well, first, we tell him about what happened at open house a couple weeks ago,” I growl, still angry about it.

“Wait,” Davis holds up his hands, “what happened?”

“He was an ass. So, nothing new.” She rolls her eyes.

I glare at her, she glares back.

“Fine. He tried to intimidate me in front of Aubrey’s parents, and when they left, he tried to physically attack me.”

All the men at the table growl, their protector modes going on high alert.

“And you saw this?” Davis turns to Aubrey’s dad. I can’t remember his name. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Score one for Davis.

“Roger. My wife is Rebecca.” He nods to Davis. “I was there that night, and yes, what Ms. Mills says is true. He was a jerk, passive-aggressively threatening, and trying to get us to agree with him.”

“And you left her alone?” Davis asks, his hackles on full display.

“No!” Roger quickly responds. “We waited for him to leave before we did anything.”

“They did,” Ginny confirms. “I stayed and kept playing. He came back.”

“You have to be careful, Gin,” Davis admonishes her.

“I was in my classroom! Am I not supposed to go to work? What, I walk away from my wedding, and that’s not good enough. I need to quit my job and live with Mom and Dad the rest of their lives?”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Do I? Because it sounds like you’re trying to blame me for someone else being a fuckface.”

“Okay, okay,” I say, trying to keep the peace. “I agree with Lottie. We need to call Sam. The cops need to be brought in here.”

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