Page 99 of Hunted, Season Three

“But-”

“Don’t argue.”

Like the moody teen being slightly incapacitated is turning him into, he slams his back against the couch cushion, an action that results in a low, misery-filled moan, “Ou…”

“Deserved,” mirthfully leaves me prior to replying to my other best friend.“And yeah.I’ll take a cup.”

More displeased grumbles escape my fiancé prompting Garcia to good naturedly chuckle, “Relax, Woods.It’s just a cup of brew, not a marriage proposal.”

Kid’s frame sulking further into the couch is followed by him calling out, “Two spoonfuls of sugar.”

“For yours or his?”

“His.”He does his best to adjust himself in his seat.“Just ‘cause I can’t physically make it, doesn’t mean I can’t make sure that it’s doneright.” My cellphone free hand lands lovingly on his thigh.“And no coffee for me.”His fingers lovingly land on top of mine.“Not thirsty.”

“You should still be hydrating,” scolds our houseguest.“Helps the healing process.”

Post mocking him under his breath, Kid investigates the call that just came in.“Who was that?”

“Uh…” Confusion returns to the device I’m still clutching.“Jolene.”

“Our fiancée goes fucking missing, and yourex-girlfriendmagically decides to call?”He lets his brows dart down.“That feels sus’.”

“Despite,Goof Trope’sinability over there to complete the word,” Garcia pokes during his crossing over with two mugs, “I’m inclined to agree.How often do you two have contact?”

“More often than I fuckin’ care for.”

He hands me mine after I’ve transferred my phone to the coffee table.“How often does she reach out via call or text?”

“Been awhile…” One shoulder mindlessly bounces.“Not even real sure the last time she did.”

“Hm.”His ass drops down onto the arm of the couch.“What’d she say?”

“She didn’t.”

Garcia’s head slowly tilts in a silent request for more information.

“There was jus’ some crackles and then a crunch.”

“She ass dial you?”

“Maybe?”Gripping the mug tighter occurs at the same time I shake my head.“But that don’t feel right.”

“You think maybe she knows something about Bunny?”Kid’s question has me redirecting my gaze to him.“You think maybe she heard or saw something?”

The set of questions gets similar thoughts stirring in my own mind.

Jolene is a piece of work but an accomplice to shit like kidnapping?

Not so much.

It’d be like a billionaire test driving a KIA.

Highly unlikely.

“Chad,” Kid abruptly tosses out, steering my focus back to him.“Chad McAllen.”

“The shitty alias McAdams was using to get information about this town?”Garcia recalls.“Zero burned that shit back with the bounty hunters.”

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