Page 421 of Sticks and Stones
“You fraudulently used a credit card to board a flight across state lines, Dad! That’s not going to go over well with the FBI. She’s the FBI. I’m the FBI. I’m her brother from another mother, but she’ll still get Gabe to fire my ass!”
He doubted that.
Then, he changed his mind.
FAST.
When Charlie saw armed cops heading his way, he tried to act naturally, but they were staring at him and Tony. Maybe he’d not given his daughter enough credit.
Charlie should have picked a better accomplice.
“Tony, shut up,” he hissed.
That’s when the bug man saw the cops.
Oh, shit!
“I’m going to jail for springing you and I didn’t even spring you!” he said loudly.
Jesus.
Thank God his daughter was busy with work. If she was here, she’d hear Tony confessing to things he didn’t even do.
“Sheriff LaRue?” the one cop said, holding up his badge.
“Uh, yes?” he asked, again, trying to look like he belonged there.
The cop continued.
“You’re going to have to come with us,” he said. “We’ve been alerted that your ticket was from a stolen credit card, and we have to bring you in for questioning.”
A stolen card?
What?
Oh, damn, his daughter was good. She’d ferreted that out pretty damn fast. It had only been six hours.
Now, it was time to play clean-up duty to save their asses.
“Uh, I’m sorry, but it wasn’t stolen. My son here paid for my ticket,” he said.
When he placed his arm around Tony, the cop was now focused on him now too.
“Uh, yeah, it was my card,” he said, taking his wallet out of his pocket. His hand was shaking, and he really didn’t want to lose his job.
“Oh, good. Evidence,” the one cop said, as he took it. “Thank you for admitting it.”
Well, shit.
Charlie should have borrowed Chris’ card. He would have at least had sympathy on him.
“Good. You both can come with us to the police station,” he said.
Oh, shit.
One of the cops opened a wheelchair, and Charlie knew he was screwed. There was no way he could get away from them.
This wasn’t what he planned.
