Page 23 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“Your day should be damn good if you’ve got the talent to make food this good-looking,” the giant friend grunted.

“Just came to talk to you about a couple of things. Ever since Zig mentioned you owned a bakery; I’ve been wanting to drop in.” He nodded to the case. “So far, I am not disappointed at all.”

“You’d have to be blind to not be impressed.” His friend pointed into the case. “Are any of those crème filled?”

I stepped back and slid back one of the doors. “I have crème-filled bismarcks, and then I also have a crème-filled croissant.”

“Bro,” his friend drawled.

I grabbed the tray with the bismarcks and placed two on a plate. I put the tray back into the case and held the plate out to Ransom and his friend. “You can have these if you tell me why you’re here and who your friend is.”

Ransom nodded to his friend. “That’s Bear, and maybe we should talk somewhere more private.”

“No,” I whispered. Wanting to talk in private was not a good thing.

“It’s not that,” Bear grunted. “We just need to talk.”

“I can handle the front. Head in the back if you want,” Blain volunteered.

I nodded stiffly and motioned for Ransom and Bear to follow me. I brought the plate with me and pushed through the swinging doors. I set the plate on the work bench and moved to the other side. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Bear grabbed one of the bismarcks and took a huge bite. “Fucking hell,” he moaned around a mouthful of crème and fluffy dough. “I would tell you I’m the fucking King of Mars if you keep feeding me these.”

My bismarcks were damn good. “Best in the state.”

Ransom moved the plate in front of him. “Don’t fucking touch mine.”

“Then you better fucking eat it,” Bear grunted. Bear reached for Ransom’s, but Ransom smacked his arm away.

“Fuck you, man. I can’t talk to Reese with my mouth full.”

Bear shrugged. “Add that to the reasons why I’m glad I’m not a fucking cop anymore. I can eat donuts and interrogate people; you can’t.”

“Uh, you can eat first if you want.” Though I did really want to know what he was doing here. “Or, honestly, I don’t care if you eat while we talk.”

Ransom shook his head. “I can eat after.”

I wiped my hands on my apron. “So?”

“We found Kerry’s car. At least, it matches the description. The plates are gone, and the vin was scratched off.”

Bear licked his fingers. “Someone doesn’t want us to know whether or not that’s Kerry’s car.”

“Isn’t there some other way you can know if the car is hers?” I asked.

Ransom pointed at me. “You. I thought maybe you could come with us, and you might be able to better tell us if the car is hers.”

“Me?” I was going to be the one to tell them if it was Kerry’s car?

“She’s your friend, right?” Bear asked.

I nodded.

“You work with her, which means you see her daily, right?”

I nodded again.

“So you have to know her car, right?”

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