Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
She could have sworn her da had tears in his eyes. “She wouldn’t know what cocaine is, much less what it looks like. My god, girl, you could have been killed.”
“I mostly kept my distance, but then my client was angry and she rushed out of the spot where we were hiding,” Daisy continued.
“You went into the building?” her da asked, horror evident in his tone.
“Of course. How else would I have gotten the pictures of her fiancé meeting with the head of the cartel? They were good pictures, too. Who says cell phones can’t take excellent pictures? When I realized this was like my first case, I even thought to get a selfie with the drug lord in the background.” It had been an excellent picture. “But the police made me take it down. I was getting good reach and everything.”
Now her uncle simply laughed his ass off. “She put it on Instagram.”
“You looked good, sweetie,” Aunt Charlotte said. “You got a great angle.”
“Do not encourage her.” Her mother was not amused.
“Like I said, I kind of thought it was all okay until Bri texted me. She told me she thought it was probably cocaine and I should get out of there before the cartel people killed me.” Her friends always looked out for her. She’d gotten several you’re about to die texts, and Cooper McKay had shown up with her brother in tow just in time to watch her get carted off by the police.
Law and Order made interrogations look glamourous. They had kept her there for hours, and the snacks had been terrible.
“It’s me fault,” her da was saying. “I should never have let her out in the world alone.”
He didn’t understand. “Like I said, Da, I wasn’t alone. The client was with me. And she got upset and yelled, and that was how the people figured out we were hiding. I got into the building through a window they left open. I didn’t think I could wriggle through, but I totally did. I think I’m truly cut out for this line of work.”
“I do, too, kiddo,” Uncle Ian said.
It was good to know at least one person believed in her.
Mitch Bradford had been quiet the whole time, but he leaned forward now. “Ian, this is serious. I don’t want to think about what would have happened if she hadn’t posted a dumbass pic to social media. Her friends figured out where she was and called the police immediately.”
“Oh, I had a locator on. It can help with engagement,” she explained.
Which Ian thought was hysterical, but her da simply went even paler. Not even Irishmen should be able to go so white.
“We’re all thankful for the quick thinking of her friends.” Her mother sat beside her father, and she’d poured her own whiskey. “The question is what happens now? Was everyone arrested? Is my daughter in trouble?”
Mitch sat back. “Daisy is not in any trouble with the police. She is a material witness, however. Everyone was arrested, and they’re being held for questioning right now. The problem is if they make bail, Daisy is technically the only witness they can count on.”
“But the client was with me,” Daisy argued. She’d been the one to cause all the trouble when she’d revealed their hiding spot because she was pissed at her boyfriend.
She’d gone from crying because he might be cheating to yelling because he was obviously withholding funds from his secret job.
“Heidi Groverson is now claiming she believes her boyfriend when he says he got sent to the address to deliver a lunch order and had nothing to do with the operation ongoing there,” Mitch explained.
“So she’s lying,” her da accused.
“I think she’s trying to protect her boyfriend,” Ruby added. “I’m already working on it. Ronnie Wilson is registered with a company called Meals To You. They’re a group of gig workers who run food. I think I might be able to prove it’s also a front for moving drugs. According to Daisy’s account, Ronnie went once a month. I think he’s likely the go-between for the cartel and their lower-level dealers.”
So she’d busted up a dangerous drug ring on her very first case. “We can take them all down.”
“Very likely,” Mitch agreed. “But first you have to go to trial. With Heidi changing her story, you’re the star witness.”
“A cartel is going to want to kill me darling girl.” Her da always sounded more Irish when he was emotional. He’d been born in Dublin but had lived most of his adult life right here in Dallas. Not that his accent showed the time he’d spent here. He was a handsome man with green eyes and dark hair. So many women would look his way even now, but he only ever seemed to see her mother.
She wanted the kind of love her parents had. Deep and true. Steadfast.