Page 40 of Stilettos and Outlaws

Mom drained her beer. “Whatever evidence Grimes showed them is bad. Really bad.”

“Sounds like Armageddon is coming to Arizona.”

“Armageddon is already here,” Mom snarled.

I opened the chest freezer and frowned. “We don’t have enough hamburger patties to feed that many people.”

“Hell.” Mom moved stuff around. “You’re right.”

A sudden idea hit me. “How about Bitsie? She owes the Alpha Dogs a favor and she has three food trucks.”

“And she can handle herself in a fight,” Mom exclaimed. “Call her and see if she is available.”

“On it.”

Chapter Nine

By the time Jasper got the computers up and running, Bitsie’s food trucks had arrived. Keeping track of all the people in the compound was a nightmare.

A flash of movement caught my eye. Crap! “Dodson is at it again, Dad.”

“What’s he trying to get into this time?” Dad growled.

“Mom’s helicopter and the hangar.”

Grandpa’s voice sounded in my ear. “I’ll deal with him.”

“It’s time Dodson left,” Dad stated.

Grandpa stepped out of his RV. “I agree. Let’s see how fast he can run.”

Julie shot me a worried look. “You don’t think they’re letting Bodacious out, do you?”

“Yep.”

“But he’ll attack your grandfather too.”

I shook my head. “Nope. Bodacious is afraid of Grandpa.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. He actually ran from him.”

Julie frowned. “Huh? Imagine that.”

I zoomed in on Dodson. “Our CIA agent just put a tracker on the chopper.”

“I bet that snotwad has planted listening devices all over the place too,” Julie huffed indignantly.

Mom chuckled. “Logan is retrieving the bugs.”

“For a CIA agent he’s not very good at blending in,” Lucas interjected.

“He has never done field work before,” Grandpa said.

I shook my head in disgust. Dodson was too busy trying to pick the lock on the hangar to notice Grandpa approaching him. “And it shows.”

“He’s not very good at picking locks, either,” Julie commented.

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