Page 13 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12
“Did you put her on our persons of interest list?”I ask.
She blinks a few times at me and then I get a sheepish smile.“I was just being nosy and completely forgot about the serial killer for a moment.So, we have different categories for everyone?”
I take a seat next to her.“It’s good to be prepared and have a little background information.Doesn’t mean a guy with a long rap sheet is a main suspect.Someone who never had an encounter with the law might just be the killer instead.”
“Your job is complicated,” she mutters and hands me the laptop.“I just put holes into people’s bodies and lock up the shop whenever my workday is over.Hell, I dropped everything to have time to myself, but for you it’s like you’re working on a puzzle all the time until it’s done.”
The corner of my mouth twitches.“Basically.”
“Which makes me your puzzle-partner,” she states.
A bark of laughter rips from me.“You sure are.”
My cock twitches when she grins and stalks to the door.“Then let’s go, we have leads to follow, food to eat, and puzzles to solve.”
I grab my stuff and follow my woman out the door.Half an hour later we enter the diner.
“This place looks promising,” Lyla states and glances up at me.“I mean foodwise.”
I guide her to one of the booths in the back.A waitress wanders over and hands us the menu, asking if we’d like some water.Lyla asks for some lemon along with it and the waitress quickly gets us some, leaving us to go over the menu.
Lyla’s eyes stray over all the options.“What are you getting?”
I know she likes to share food and it’s why I tell her, “Pancakes, blueberries, a cheese omelet, biscuits and gravy, and maybe a cinnamon roll.”
She groans.“Everything sounds freaking good.I want waffles, bacon, and a breakfast burrito.Can we share your cinnamon roll?”
“Sweet thing, you can take anything I have to give and then some,” I honestly tell her.
She mumbles something and it takes my mind a few breaths to process.When it does?Her words “I didn’t have a baby on my life’s bingo card,” make me bark out a laugh.
“Like I said, and then some.”I shoot her a grin.
The waitress appears and we put our order in.I keep an eye on everyone in the diner, including the cook who I can see through the open kitchen.None of these people give me a weird vibe.It’s not just a gut thing I follow whenever I’m working on a case.
Some might call it instinct, but it’s more about noticing details.For instance, the young man bussing tables is shooting glances at a woman.She’s sitting at a table, just finished her breakfast and is painting her lips red.
“Someone’s obsessed,” Lyla whispers.“Do you think he needs to be on our suspects list?”
“Give it a few minutes,” I murmur as I keep an eye on the dude.
The woman gets up and walks to the restroom in the back.I hear Lyla’s soft curse when the dude follows and places his full sturdy tray on the counter.
“Stay here,” I tell Lyla and follow the fucker who is now pushing the backdoor open where I presume the woman just left through.
Moving stealthily and determined, I step out and scan my surroundings.Muffled voices are coming from my left, right behind the large dumpster.My hand moves to my gun as I round the dumpster.
“Hands where I can see them,” I growl when I spot the fucker pinning the woman to the wall.
One of his hands is covering the woman’s mouth while he’s clearly ripped her skirt down.His cock is half out of his jeans, and it doesn’t take a lot of puzzle solving to know what the fucker is doing.
The idiot tries to make a run for it, cock swinging and all.
To my surprise I hear Lyla’s voice state, “On your knees, fucker.”
She’s holding him at gunpoint and all my mind comes up with is, “Where the fuck did you get that gun?”
“I have a permit,” she snaps.“Now cuff him.Wait.Do you have cuffs?”
