Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I gotta get back to work or they’ll probably fire me when the first shift gets there and finds out I left. I have a computer program running acting like I’m there, but if they find it when they come in, they’ll know that I wasn’t,” she mused as she hurried to her car.
I stood off to the side as I watched her get in.
A fleck of red paint fell to the forecourt concrete as she slammed the door.
I watched it flutter to the floor, and kept my eyes on it, as she struggled to start her car.
I finally allowed my eyes to move back to her, about to say something stupid like ‘let me take you back to work,’ when she leaned over weirdly in her seat and pulled her leg out of its position on the ground, then slammed her foot into the dash.
She kicked the dash twice, the dashboard fell down into the floorboard, and then she returned the foot back to its normal position.
She tried starting it up again, and oddly enough, the car started up.
She beamed at the dash, patted the steering wheel like she was telling her car “good job,” and started backing out of the lot.
She stopped at the end of the driveway and rolled down her window with a window crank.
I watched her do all this with my insides roiling.
I hated that she had a shitty car.
I hated even more that her dad was a goddamn mechanic and didn’t find her a better one.
I hated that she was smiling all the fuckin’ time, too, when she sometimes didn’t have anything to smile about.
“You owe me breakfast or something, Piers.”
My eye twitched.
She called me that because nobody else did, and it pissed me off.
I know it amused her.
“When and where?” I called, my mouth moving before I could think about what I was doing.
Her eyes fucking sparkled.
I could see them through the lit parking lot despite it being dark as hell.
“You tell me when and where,” she said. “I get off every day at four thirty.”
With that comment, she left, and I was left standing in my shop’s drive with my head reeling.
Goddamn I was so fucking screwed.
What the hell was it about her that drew me in?
And why the hell couldn’t I stay away?
I was so lost in thought that I didn’t catch the police officer pulling into my drive until it was right up on me.
Fuck.
The officer got out, and I knew instantly it wasn’t one of mine.
She appeared new.
“Officer.” I nodded.
“Can you tell me what you are doing out here this late?” she asked, looking at me like she was assessing my every move.
“I own this shop,” I pointed out. “And last I checked, I don’t have a curfew.”
Her eyes narrowed, but the sound of a beat-up old car filled the air again, coming in hot.
Silver pulled up in her shitty Grand Am and stopped right in the middle of the forecourt again.
It sputtered to a stop, and Silver got out.
“It’s overheating again, snookums,” Silver said with a look of consternation on her face. “Can you just give me that ride to work like you suggested a few minutes ago?”
“I have a few questions first,” the woman officer grumbled.
Silver’s eyes went to the officer, and she said, “No offense, Officer.” She peered hard at the officer’s chest. “Officer Moran, but I’m already late. Maybe this could wait until a decent hour?”
“My brother is missing.”
“Who’s your brother?” Silver asked, sounding deeply concerned.
It was that sunny personality she had.
The smile she never turned off.
When she frowned, it was like the sun was washed out of the sky.
I felt it deep in my chest when that smile slid off her face.
“Otto Moran. He was prospecting for the club,” Officer Moran snapped at Silver.
I gritted my teeth to stop myself from telling her to back the fuck off.
She was already sparking. I didn’t want my anger to light her up completely.
“Ohhh.” Silver snapped her fingers. “We haven’t seen him since he was told he wouldn’t be making it into the club.”
My eyebrows nearly rose to my hairline when she said those words.
I hadn’t been aware she knew that Otto didn’t make the cut.
Though, if I were being honest, it would be pretty obvious. He had been terrorizing the club for two weeks.
And she did have a sister that was married to one of the members of the Truth Tellers MC.
It made logical sense, but that didn’t make it any less surprising.
“Yeah,” Officer Moran said.
“Are you an officer in Dallas?” Silver asked curiously.
At least, she sounded curious.
She looked innocent and truthful, but there was something there. A stiffness to her features that said she wasn’t asking out of curiosity.
“No, I’m an officer in Kilgore, Texas,” she said.
“That’s like three hours away. They let you bring your cruisers that far?” Silver continued with her sweet inquisition.