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.Fully aware that her bare bottom was exposed, she screeched, “Get out of here!”“Now.Get up!” He had his gun in one hand and Goodwill in the other.“Turn around,” Kathy growled, both furious and embarrassed.He muttered something and turned around, looking ready to unload his gun on someone.Though she probably could have squeezed out another gallon, she jerked herself upright and hauled her panties and jeans up, too.“Have you ever heard of—”He grabbed her by the elbow and started moving.“Privacy?” she finished as he dragged her to the car.She started to give him a piece of her mind, but then she noted the seriousness of his expression.Remembering being chased and shot at, her gaze shifted around and she expected to see another car.“What is it?” she asked when she didn’t see any obvious danger.He opened the car door and shoved her and Goodwill inside.In seconds, he’d settled into the driver’s seat.The tires spat gravel as he threw the car into gear and they spun out onto the road.“You had better have a damn good reason for that,” she growled.He shifted the car into second gear.“I do.”“Would you like to share?” she seethed.“Because I could have done with a little more drip-dry time.And I don’t think I used up my two minutes.”“Remember the guy you saw in the porta-potty?” Luke looked in the rearview mirror.“Yeah.”“He worked for Lorenzo.”“Who’s Lorenzo?”“The guy I’m supposed to testify against.”“Oh.” Kathy’s heart started to pound.She turned to see if anyone was following them.“I don’t think he’s behind us.”“It’s not him I’m worried about,” Luke said.“Then who are you worried about?”He made a sharp turn onto another road but remained quiet.“Answer me!”He shot her a quick look.“The man in the porta-potty wasn’t breathing.”“Nobody breathes in those things.They stink,” she reminded him.He shook his head and chuckled grimly.“No.He wasn’t holding his breath.The guy in the porta-potty was dead.”Kathy’s heart skipped a couple of beats.She bit her lip and stared at Luke.“Was he the guy I hit over the head with the toilet tank lid? Do you think I—”“No.Different guy.I actually had the pleasure of meeting this guy when I was undercover.He was one of Lorenzo’s top men.”Kathy closed her eyes, leaned her head back and tried not to think about today being the absolute—the hands-down absolute, no questions asked—worst day of her life.Of course, she reminded herself, her bad day probably didn’t compare to that of the guy in the porta-potty.Chapter SixteenJoey pulled up at the café, checked the parking lot for anything suspicious.It hadn’t occurred to him until a few minutes ago that Lorenzo’s contact probably already had info about the blonde.And if he knew about the blonde, he might suspect Joey of being up to no good.Not that it was “no good” Joey was up to.Some would say his plan was “for the good.” If Joey was successful, some kid would get to grow up with his mom.Maybe it wasn’t a grand thing, his gesture, but to that boy it would be a big deal.Reaching under his jacket, he checked his gun, then looked left to right as he got out of his car.Nothing.Nobody.No cop car either.Since the guy said he’d be the only one legally carrying, Joey had suspected he was a lawman.Pulling his jacket closed, he hit the clicker to lock his car and walked inside the café.The dark atmosphere smelled like grilled burgers.He shouldn’t be hungry after the four soft tacos he’d eaten at Lola’s, but Joey never passed up the opportunity to enjoy a meal—especially when it could be his last.He blinked a few times, pushing his eyes to adjust.Looking from back to front, he counted only three of the booths occupied.The first held a couple of painters with splattered clothes.In the second sat two elderly women.The third was a man, alone.He wore a cowboy hat.Okay, it wasn’t a cowboy hat but a state trooper hat.Here was a man legally able to carry.Joey took another step, and the trooper turned.Joey stopped so fast his expensive dress shoes squeaked on the floor.Trooper Foster? The man Lola hadn’t wanted to smile at.The man whose touch had made the pretty Latina cringe.Lola’s judgment was right on target.Not that anything explained her warm regard for Joey.Foster’s gaze met his.Joey saw recognition in the man’s expression [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Fully aware that her bare bottom was exposed, she screeched, “Get out of here!”“Now.Get up!” He had his gun in one hand and Goodwill in the other.“Turn around,” Kathy growled, both furious and embarrassed.He muttered something and turned around, looking ready to unload his gun on someone.Though she probably could have squeezed out another gallon, she jerked herself upright and hauled her panties and jeans up, too.“Have you ever heard of—”He grabbed her by the elbow and started moving.“Privacy?” she finished as he dragged her to the car.She started to give him a piece of her mind, but then she noted the seriousness of his expression.Remembering being chased and shot at, her gaze shifted around and she expected to see another car.“What is it?” she asked when she didn’t see any obvious danger.He opened the car door and shoved her and Goodwill inside.In seconds, he’d settled into the driver’s seat.The tires spat gravel as he threw the car into gear and they spun out onto the road.“You had better have a damn good reason for that,” she growled.He shifted the car into second gear.“I do.”“Would you like to share?” she seethed.“Because I could have done with a little more drip-dry time.And I don’t think I used up my two minutes.”“Remember the guy you saw in the porta-potty?” Luke looked in the rearview mirror.“Yeah.”“He worked for Lorenzo.”“Who’s Lorenzo?”“The guy I’m supposed to testify against.”“Oh.” Kathy’s heart started to pound.She turned to see if anyone was following them.“I don’t think he’s behind us.”“It’s not him I’m worried about,” Luke said.“Then who are you worried about?”He made a sharp turn onto another road but remained quiet.“Answer me!”He shot her a quick look.“The man in the porta-potty wasn’t breathing.”“Nobody breathes in those things.They stink,” she reminded him.He shook his head and chuckled grimly.“No.He wasn’t holding his breath.The guy in the porta-potty was dead.”Kathy’s heart skipped a couple of beats.She bit her lip and stared at Luke.“Was he the guy I hit over the head with the toilet tank lid? Do you think I—”“No.Different guy.I actually had the pleasure of meeting this guy when I was undercover.He was one of Lorenzo’s top men.”Kathy closed her eyes, leaned her head back and tried not to think about today being the absolute—the hands-down absolute, no questions asked—worst day of her life.Of course, she reminded herself, her bad day probably didn’t compare to that of the guy in the porta-potty.Chapter SixteenJoey pulled up at the café, checked the parking lot for anything suspicious.It hadn’t occurred to him until a few minutes ago that Lorenzo’s contact probably already had info about the blonde.And if he knew about the blonde, he might suspect Joey of being up to no good.Not that it was “no good” Joey was up to.Some would say his plan was “for the good.” If Joey was successful, some kid would get to grow up with his mom.Maybe it wasn’t a grand thing, his gesture, but to that boy it would be a big deal.Reaching under his jacket, he checked his gun, then looked left to right as he got out of his car.Nothing.Nobody.No cop car either.Since the guy said he’d be the only one legally carrying, Joey had suspected he was a lawman.Pulling his jacket closed, he hit the clicker to lock his car and walked inside the café.The dark atmosphere smelled like grilled burgers.He shouldn’t be hungry after the four soft tacos he’d eaten at Lola’s, but Joey never passed up the opportunity to enjoy a meal—especially when it could be his last.He blinked a few times, pushing his eyes to adjust.Looking from back to front, he counted only three of the booths occupied.The first held a couple of painters with splattered clothes.In the second sat two elderly women.The third was a man, alone.He wore a cowboy hat.Okay, it wasn’t a cowboy hat but a state trooper hat.Here was a man legally able to carry.Joey took another step, and the trooper turned.Joey stopped so fast his expensive dress shoes squeaked on the floor.Trooper Foster? The man Lola hadn’t wanted to smile at.The man whose touch had made the pretty Latina cringe.Lola’s judgment was right on target.Not that anything explained her warm regard for Joey.Foster’s gaze met his.Joey saw recognition in the man’s expression [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]