Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I was hoping it would sound about as fucked up to him as it did to me the moment I’d heard it.
“Tryouts,” Wolf tested, clarifying that.
I laughed.
“Yeah, tryouts,” I confirmed.
I could practically hear his mind screaming in denial.
“Their gang is so fucked up I can’t even begin to tell you,” Wolf said in exasperation. “Who the fuck holds tryouts to get members into their gang?”
I laughed, long and loud.
“Apparently they do,” I admitted. “I’m pretty sure you can tell Kelly this. I bet he’ll be able to get a few men in place to try out.”
Wolf made a sound deep in his throat, and I guessed it was a confirmation at the same time he was trying not to laugh at how ridiculous it sounded.
“Okay, what else?” Wolf continued once he’d written down what I’d said.
“He said there was some rift between him and his president. Apparently, he was supposed to be bailed out of this place by now, but he’s still sitting here. Been sitting here for over two years with promise after promise from Coller and nothing to show for it,” I explained.
“So you think you can turn him?” Wolf asked.
“Yes,” I said. “But I’ll have to get him out of here to make that happen.”
Papers shuffled and then a computer’s keyboard started to click, followed by, “That’s not going to work.”
“Why?” I asked. “I looked at his file before I got here, it was nothing besides a couple of drug charges.”
“No,” Wolf said. “It was the drug charge.”
“What?” I asked.
“The drug charge that was known as the find of the century, remember?” Wolf asked.
“Fuck,” I said. “Motherfuck.”
Griffin would never let this stupid fucker out.
“You’re telling me Tasty was involved with the fuckwads who killed his son?” I asked, hoping I was wrong.
“Righty-O. He was only loosely associated with the case against Tanner but he was in on the arms sale,” Wolf confirmed. “So you’re SOL. Griffin will never let him out. They’re all screwed.”
He was right, too.
Griffin had gone for maximum charges when he’d put the people into jail who’d had a hand, whether on purpose or by accident, in the murder of his son.
There was no way in hell I’d get Tasty out of here, not even if I begged.
“Shit,” I groaned in defeat. “What else is in there?”
“I think the key to this all is his old lady,” Wolf started. “I’ll meet you during visiting hours, and give you the information. You tell him that his wife is in danger, and that Coller got her arrested for trying to help break him out two weeks ago. Get a few of the guards in on it, confirming the story. Make it sound like a botched breakout that was Coller’s half-assed attempt at helping him.”
“I like it,” I mumbled tiredly, tiredness starting to leach into my voice. “I got to go to bed. These long hours are kicking my ass.”
“You mean the inmates are kicking your ass,” Wolf supplied helpfully.
I growled. “Yeah, that, too.”
“Alright,” he said. “Hit me up tomorrow with anything else you remember, and if I don’t get back to you beforehand, plan on putting that plan into action this Saturday. I’ll keep the woman away, too.”
“Got it.” I thanked him. “Appreciate it.”
After we hung up, I closed my eyes, tucking my phone underneath my pillow, and let my muscles start to slowly unwind.
Then my phone buzzed, making my belly tighten in anticipation.
Freya (10:20 PM): You never told me your sister lived with you.
A smile broke out over my face.
Ridley (10:20 PM): Didn’t know I had to, why do you ask?
Freya (10:21 PM): I wanted to grab that book you mentioned. I was going to ship it to you. And you told me there was a key underneath the flower pot in the tool shed. I went in there, got the key, then opened the side door only to find your sister sitting at the kitchen table naked as a jaybird with her husband sitting across from her, also naked.
I winced.
Ridley (10:22 PM): They’re newlyweds, and next time you see them, tell them I said to stop fucking on the furniture…that I have to eat at that table when I get home.
I could practically see the smile lighting up Freya’s face as she read that.
Freya (10:23 PM): I did tell them I was sorry, but I was too embarrassed to say anything else. Then I ran to my car and went home.
A smile worked over my face as I thought about all that she’d probably witnessed.
Ridley (10:25 PM): They’ve done it to me, too, if it makes you feel any better. Go back after four in the afternoon and knock at the door next time. They’re always there then. Or you can go really early in the morning. They’re both either at work or doing errands.