Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Smart boys.
“That man is not someone that’s authorized to be in there,” I said as I felt the truck slow down.
I glanced up to see Cassius had pulled over to the side of the road.
Etienne was on the phone with whom I guessed was Davis, and the two women on either side of me were looking at my phone, watching the destruction with me.
“Police were dispatched at the first sign of the silent alarm,” the woman informed me. “They’re two minutes out.”
I watched for the next two minutes as the man continued to destroy my wall with a single-minded focus. So intense was he in his focus, he didn’t notice when not only the police pulled up but Davis pulled up.
Lars got out of the other side of Davis’s car, and together, they all split up to come into the house from different positions.
Just as the men breached the house from all four corners, the man beating up my wall got what he was looking for.
At least, I thought he got what he was looking for.
With one final swing, he took the last bit of the wall out. Then, stuff started to pour from the walls as if he’d orchestrated the fallout.
White little bags of something hit the floor in the debris.
Hundreds of them. Thousands of them.
“What’s that?” Alice asked.
I was already shaking my head. “I have no clue.”
“It’s got to be something,” Matilda said. “Otherwise, why destroy your house for it?”
I completely agreed.
“Let us see,” Cassius urged.
I showed them both, laying the phone flat on the console so that we could all see it.
Then we watched as the man practically jumped for joy.
“Um,” I heard Cassius say, “that looks like baggies of drugs.”
I blinked and looked up at him. “What?”
“Drugs,” he said. “Sometimes, that’s how they’re stored. At least big amounts like that. I mean, you can’t just leave that hanging around the area.”
He turned toward them and attempted to leave when he saw everyone converge on him in my living room.
“Is that Denny McCollum?” Etienne asked from the passenger side.
“I guess.” I shrugged. “I don’t know that I could point him out in a lineup. But it makes sense that that’s him. He has to have known that was there. He was just waiting for a time for us not to be there. We’ve been staying there. Which kind of makes it hard for him to do what he’s doing right now.”
“Probably.” Etienne watched with me as Sunny successfully dropped the man to the ground, cuffing him in the next second.
Davis stayed back, arms across his chest, looking intimidating as hell.
It was as if he felt my gaze, because he looked up and smirked into the cameras. I felt like he looked directly into my soul.
I felt that smirk in my vagina.
“Looks like he knows you’re watching.” Etienne laughed.
I pulled the phone back to me as I watched the rest of it go down.
It was very anticlimactic, and I put the phone away when we arrived at the restaurant.
For the next three hours, we drank, ate, and ultimately, I had a great time. And it didn’t even surprise me when Davis never showed up.
What did surprise me was when we had two really odd people arrive at the table, though.
An Asian lady in a severely loose business suit, her salt-and-pepper hair up in a loose updo and a skinny Caucasian man with an overly large head.
The surprising part was they didn’t go up to anyone in particular. They stood at the edge of the room, studying the group with overly calculating eyes.
Then they both turned in tandem to me.
“Can I help you?” Wake stood up, his arms crossing over his chest in a defensive gesture.
The Asian lady turned away from my gaze, but the man didn’t.
He kept his eyes on me, as if he was expecting me to run or something.
“We’re here for her,” Big Head said. “Greer Ortiz, you’re under arrest.”
CHAPTER 20
Studies have shown that it do be like that sometimes.
-Davis to Greer
DAVIS
I didn’t leave when the questioning started.
But I didn’t have to since the questioning had taken place in Greer’s living room while the baggies of what looked like cocaine lay on the floor ten feet from us.
“Whose cocaine is this?” Sunny asked for a fourth time, confirming my suspicions about what type of drug it was.
“I want to call my lawyer,” Denny McCollum replied.
At least he knew better than to incriminate himself. Obviously, he was smarter than I’d given him credit for.
“Who’s your lawyer?” Sunny asked. “I can have my deputy call him while we get started here.”
Denny rattled off a number, and one of the deputies left the room with his phone to his ear.
I frowned, wondering if it was always that easy.
I know, certainly, when I’d been arrested, the last thing they’d been willing to do was get my lawyer into the room. In fact, I remember sitting there for what felt like half the damn day, saying, “I’d like to speak to my lawyer” half a million times while I waited.