Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“You can’t hide good deeds from God.”
“Well, I hope he remembers this one when he meets me, and not the other stuff he’s going to blast me for when I arrive at the pearly gates. I better get going. Sex Piston is getting me dinner.”
“Speaking of good deeds; can you do one more for me, please?”
Her shoulders dropped. It was hard to tell Lily no. Hell, if Killyama had been born with those violet eyes, she would have ruled the world.
“What do you need?” Killyama put her wallet back in her purse.
“I’m waiting for Krista to come pick up the clothes Sex Piston sent, so I can’t leave the store. Do you mind going to the diner for me? I need a cup of coffee.”
Killyama raised a brow. “What’s wrong with the coffee in the pot behind you?”
“It’s decaffeinated. It’s all Shade lets me drink.”
“You ever think of shoving that pot up his ass when he says that to you?”
She shook her head. “That wouldn’t be a Christian thing to do.”
“Maybe not, but it would be effective.”
“I understand.” Lily practically pouted. “I’ve already taken up enough of your time. I can drink the decaffeinated.”
“Jeez … I’ll get it for you.”
Killyama brusquely left the church store, thinking, if one motorcycle was sitting outside, Lily would do without her coffee.
Since it was so close, she didn’t drive. Seeing no cars, she walked across the street where she saw Knox dressed in his sheriff uniform coming out of the diner, carrying his coffee cup.
“Hey, Knox,” Killyama greeted.
“Didn’t you see the crosswalk?”
“What crosswalk?” she joked.
“The one you just walked by.” Knox’s stern face didn’t even crack a smile.
“Yeah, well, I must have missed it. Gotta go.”
Knox moved his large body to block her from entering the diner. “You can come back later for what you were in such a hurry to get that you couldn’t take the crosswalk. Follow me to the office. I’m going to write you a ticket.”
“Dude, I just crossed the street. I didn’t rob the fucking bank,” she snapped, trying to step around him.
“Go, Killyama. I’m not joking.” Knox tried to take her arm, but Killyama jerked back from his reach.
“I seriously don’t like to be manhandled.” Her temper rose when he tried to reach for her again. “Diamond will k—” Her mouth dropped open when she found herself pinned against the diner’s door. Her reflex was to fight him, but seeing the faces of the diners inside staring stopped her. “Asshole, you’re going to be working at the factory when I get done suing you.”
She felt the handcuffs clipped around her wrists before Knox turned her around to face him.
“You ready to walk to my office now, or am I going to have to carry you?”
Killyama kicked the coffee cup where Knox must have dropped it when he had handcuffed her.
“I guess you’ll be carrying me, you—”
“You just added littering with malice to your charges,” Knox stated grimly.
“What charges!” she screeched. Killyama forgot she hadn’t planned on going with him as she tried to keep up with his angry strides.
“Jay walking, littering with malice—”
“Is that even a charge? I’ve never heard of that before?”
“… disorderly conduct, resisting arrest,” Knox continued at he opened the door to the sheriff’s office.
“How can you get me for littering? It was your coffee cup.”
Knox skirted the counter where a tramp who had to be seventy years old was wearing a bright pink blouse that made her orange complexation stand out so much that Killyama wished she had borrowed Sex Piston’s sunglasses.
Killyama expected Knox to sit her down on one of the chairs by a desk, but he kept going toward the back.
She looked back at the tramp. “Call Diamond and tell her that her husband has flipped his lid.”
It was when she was locked in a cell that she truly believed he was serious.
“Knox, this isn’t funny. At least unlock my handcuffs.”
“Turn around.”
She turned around, looking over her shoulder as she watched him unlock the handcuffs. “I get a phone call,” she snarled.
“I’ll get to it when I’m done booking you. Take a seat. It’s going to be a while.”
“Son of a bitch, when I get out of here, I’ll own this fucking town,” she yelled as Knox left.
Ranting until she ran out of steam, she then paced back and forth, waiting for Knox to come back and release her.
Surely Lily would become worried when she didn’t come back to the church store. Sex Piston would also get worried when she didn’t make it back to Jamestown.
Sitting down on the bunk, she stared morosely at the wall facing the cell, seeing wanted posters. Bored, she started reading them.
When the door opened, it took her a second to look. Then, when she saw Train, she started yelling at him before he could take a step into the room.