Page 82 of Mustang Summer

Silence descended but adrenaline still laced his veins.He adjusted his hat and paced the room.Gage groaned but he ignored him.

Josie appeared with her duffel and computer bag.She rushed back to Gage and dug a phone out of his pocket.Brock waited as she scrolled through.

“Camille.Of course.”She dropped the phone on Gage’s back and crossed to the cockeyed front door.“I don’t know where they hid they the trailer, but judging by his call log, I can guess who does.We have to hurry before Bill leaves with it.”

Brock was right behind her.He’d come determined to get answers, and to make sure Josie was okay.She appeared unfazed, but he was as lost as ever.For now, all he could do was follow her lead.

They got into his truck.

She directed him to a newer section of Waite Park.In front of a small, tidy ranch house was a green truck with an attached covered trailer.

Josie stabbed her fist in the air.“Yes!I knew it.”

He hadn’t yet pulled to a stop before Josie slipped out, leaving the door open behind her.She ran to the hitch and unhooked it.Brock swung the pickup around and backed up alongside of the green pickup.

Between both of them, they managed to push back the trailer enough to link it to Brock’s hitch.They hooked it up with few words between them.

“What the fuck are you doing with Gage’s truck?”a shrill voice hollered.

Brock’s head jerked up.A petite blonde stormed across the yard wearing athletic clothes that showed more than they covered.

Josie straightened.Brock finished hooking up the electronics.

“Camilla,” Josie’s words were steady, “the trailer belongs to the garage and the car inside doesn’t belong to Gage or Bill.”She jabbed her thumb toward him.“It’s his.”

Brock finished his task and rose.His tipped his hat.“Ma’am.”

The woman arched a brow and her gaze floated over him head to toe.She switched her focus to Josie.“And I’m supposed to believe you?Gage told me he bought a classic car to restore.”

“Why don’t you go to my place and give Gage some TLC.”Josie tipped her head in Brock’s direction.“Brock gave him a helluva headache.”

Camilla advanced, her features livid.“What’d you do?Is he okay?”

“He’ll be fine.His head is hard.But I’m sure the cops will check him over after I call them and tell them all about the theft.”

Josie caught his gaze and jerked her head toward his truck.She rushed to the passenger side of the pickup and he took the hint.

They both hopped in with Camilla’s high-pitched shrieking echoing in the evening.

Brock maneuvered his way out of town.He had no wish to stay and hated not hauling his own trailer.

Could Josie’s dad accuse him of stealing the trailer?

He dug out his phone.

“What are you doing?”It the first Josie had spoken since they’d hit the road.

“Calling Max.”

When the deputy answered, Brock filled him in on the events of the night.

“Holy shit, Walker,” Max breathed.“All right.I’ll…you say the trailer belongs to her father’s work place, which is also her place of work?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s a weak case and he’s in enough legal trouble as it is sinceyourcar’s inside of it.Just…shit…just have a safe trip back and call me when you get here.”

Brock hung up and tucked his phone away.Out of the corner of his eye, Josie was staring at him, but he kept driving.

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