Page 56 of Givin' Me Fitz!
“Can I see your phone?”
Ah, the guy was cocky, and I believed he could tell I was lying. I reached into my back pocket and pulled my cell out. “Sure—when you show me your warrant.” I offered a smirk. I wasn’t stupid.
The young cop returned, holding out a tablet. He handed me my license and other paperwork. “Thanks for your service, Mr. Morgan.” The kid turned and hurried away.
“John Fitzgerald Morgan.” He recited my military service, my marshal’s experience, my New York private investigator information, and finally, my bail recovery registration data.
“Just licensed, huh? Why’d you leave New York?” He was phishing for information I had no desire to give.
“Didn’t like the weather. Look, you’ve got my info, and you know where I work, so call me when I can pick up my weapon. I’ll answer any additional questions you have then, but I’ve told you everything I know as of this moment.”
The cop nodded and handed me a receipt for my gun. “I’ll be in touch.” I had no doubt.
Now, I just had to figure out how to get back to Vegas…
Chaper Twenty
Sawyer
Tiny answered on the second ring. “Yeah, prez.”
“I’ve got a job for you. I need you and Tim Walton to drive his old truck to Mesquite to pick someone up. Get on the road now, and I’ll text you the address.”
“Sure, Bones. Who is it?” Tiny asked.
My everything?
Probably too soon to call Fitz by that term, but I was coming to realize the label was beyond the truth. I loved the man.
After what he’d just done for me by getting me to leave with TJ and Grandpa Middleton to keep the club out of the watchful eye of the police, I believed he felt the same way about me.
“It’s Fitz, the guy I’m dating. Let me call him and find out where he is. I’ll call you back with where you can pick him up.”
“Okay, Bones.” We disconnected the call, and I glanced in the rearview mirror to see a sweet scene. Grandpa was sound asleep with his head in TJ’s lap, who was gently stroking the old man’s short silver hair.
“How long since he lost his vision?” I asked quietly so I didn’t disturb him.
“It’s been about ten years. He has glaucoma. When he was first diagnosed, he was stubborn and refused treatment. They told him it was still possible to slow the progression, but he didn’t like the drops he was prescribed, and he refused to use them.
“When his vision worsened from blurry to dark, he agreed to go to an occupational therapist and learn how to do things for himself since he wouldn’t get treatment, and he was doing pretty well. He took a fall a few years ago, and that’s when I hired Rosemary to move in and help him out.
“She was good to him and took care of him without making him feel helpless. They played chess and cards—with braille cards—and she got him all kinds of devices that helped him live more comfortably and not feel as though he was beholden to her. She gave him a lot of his independence back, so I know he’ll miss her. I hate that she was killed because of me.” TJ swiped his fingers at the tears he couldn’t stop, obviously upset about the entire clusterfuck. My heart clenched at hearing the pain in his voice.
I swallowed to keep from tearing up with TJ, wondering when the fuck I’d become so emotional about something that really had nothing to do with me. “We’ll take care of your grandfather, TJ. I was going to have him stay at Fitz’s place and get him a new caregiver for a while, but now that this has happened, I’m going to find somewhere else for him. Somewhere I’m sure he’ll be safe.”
Where is that, Sawyer?No clue.
I pressed the button on my phone that I’d put into its holder on the dash so I could speak hands-free and not get my ass pulled over by a cop. “Call Fitz.”
It rang once. “Sawyer.” His sigh brought me relief. “Are you okay?” I couldn’t hold the smile at his concern.
“Yeah, babe. We’re on the way back to Pahrump. I need to find somewhere for Mr. Middleton to stay, but I’m sending Tiny and Tim to pick you up. Where are you?”
“I checked into a Best Western Hotel not too far from Mr. Middleton’s house. I wasn’t sure what else to do until I could arrange a ride back to town.”
He gave me the address, and I told him to sit tight and I’d call him back. I handed my phone over the back seat to TJ. “Text that address to Tiny, will you?” TJ took the phone and did as I asked.
“Tiny’s one of the prospects for the club, right?” He put the phone onto the console.
