Page 50 of Stilettos & Whiskey
Lucas put a chocolate bar by the keyboard. “Eat it, before you come after us with that knife.”
“Gotta admit, you’ve got psycho bitch down pat, Julie,” Devon chortled. “I got every minute of it on tape, and your squad’s gonna love it.”
I rolled my eyes. Ugh. I could imagine what Sergeant Bergman would say about violating a prisoner’s rights.
“Your scary face is worse than Dad’s. I was actually horrified when you were sawing away on Martin’s nuts,” Logan said with a dramatic shudder.
I threw the candy bar at him. “I didn’t saw, I jabbed. Want me to demonstrate the difference?”
“No, ma’am. Little Billy is just fine the way he is,” Logan replied.
I arched my brows. “Little Billy?”
The van’s back door flew open. The wind whipped around the interior, coating everything in red dust. It took Grandpa three tries to get the door closed. He stood there for a moment, breathing hard. “Damn.”
“You okay, Grandpa?”
Lucas snatched the bags out of his hands. “About time you got back. That burger joint is only three miles away.”
One look at the expression on Grandpa’s face and I jumped in front of Lucas. “Mom loves him, I don’t know why, but she does, and she would get really upset if you hurt him.”
“True.” He brushed the sand out of his hair. “Your sodas are in the van. Good luck getting them.”
“Water is fine,” Devon said.
Lucas handed me a burger. “Eat. It’s gonna be a long night.”
“Ya think.” I practically inhaled my burger and fries. Pancho’s made the best hamburgers in the Valley. Now all I needed was some chocolate. My eyes narrowed. Logan was unwrapping my candy bar. “Hey! Give it back. Now!”
“Nope.” He stuffed the entire bar in his mouth.
Lucas’s cellphone rang. “It’s Dad.”
“Put it on speaker,” Devon said.
He swiped right. “How did the surgery go?”
“Your mother is doing good and I’m bringing her home tomorrow,” Dad answered.
I interjected, “Is Brent out of surgery?”
“He’s in the ICU for now. The bullet did a lot of damage, but they think he’ll make a full recovery.” Dad blew out a long breath. “Jim Bob Duke bonded out of the county jail again, and he was trying to get Martin Evans released for lack of evidence and police brutality.”
I frowned. “But he was booked as a John Doe and the report isn’t completed yet.”
“We’ve got a mole,” Lucas snapped.
Grandpa nodded. “And we need to find out who they are now.”
“Or our communications got hacked,” I added.
“That’s not possible. I just ran a security sweep of our equipment and everything was secure,” Devon protested.
His mouth a hard line, Logan interjected, “Only our family knows what happened in that cave and none of us has talked to anyone.”
“Run another security sweep, Devon,” Dad growled.
“Yes, sir.”
