Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
“Yours.”
“I’ll get you a remote and key.”
With that, he straightened, handed Jacques to Luna, looked to Knox and Cap and ordered, “Let’s roll.”
In the time it took for Cap to drop a kiss on Raye’s lips, they rolled.
The door closed on Knox not with a slam, but it was firm.
Men on a mission.
My chicks gathered around me.
“Are we really gonna let them have it?” Luna asked.
“Yes, and no,” I answered. “We asked the wrong question of Jinx. We need to know if she’s heard of this Mountain guy or the Shadow Soldiers.”
“Got it,” Luna said, getting up and moving away to grab her phone.
I looked between Harlow and Raye. “Either of you have memberships at Costco?”
Both of them shook their heads.
Well then.
“We have to hit Fry’s. Then we have to go talk to Homer, and if we can, the General.”
“I’m gonna dash back to my pad and put on tennies,” Raye murmured.
She jumped up, gave me a stand-up (her), sit-down (me) hug, and she was out the door.
I needed to change clothes too.
But Harlow took her seat, which was where Cap had been sitting.
“You spent the night with Eric?” she asked.
I nodded. “We fell asleep watching movies. Or I did. We were going to spend the day together. But not now.”
“So I take it, it was a good date.”
“I fear his ex might be a narcissistic stalker. But overall, it was fantastic.”
Her brows hit her hairline. “Narcissistic stalker?”
“It’s a long story. I don’t have it in me right now to explain. But Eric has it in hand, so whatever she does, it’ll be okay.”
“Okay. So, um, did you…do it?”
Do it.
Only Harlow could make me smile right now.
“No. But he’s an unbelievably good kisser.”
She sat back. “Wow. You guys act like you did it.”
That was a strange thing to say.
“What does acting like we did it entail?” I asked, curious.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve had, like, one official date, and you’re super comfortable with each other. Like you know each other, you know, as in know each other. You know?”
I kinda did.
“Well, I’ve slept with him twice. We just didn’t have sex either time,” I noted.
“Maybe that’s it,” she said. “I mean, Raye and Cap were like you and Eric before Raye and Cap did it. But they slept together too, before they went all the way. So that makes sense.”
Only Harlow would be twenty-nine years old and refer to fucking as “going all the way.”
God, I loved my chick.
“They’ll find him or we’ll find him, Jessie,” she said softly. “I’m not going to tell you not to worry. But I think you’ll see him soon.”
Oh, I’d see him soon.
The NI&S team solved a nineteen-year-old mystery of a kidnapped girl in about two weeks.
After Jeff being missing six months, I’d see my brother soon.
The question now was, how was I going to keep my cool when I did?
Because Katelyn was right.
Jeff was a grown-ass man, and his life decisions should be his own.
But he was also my baby brother.
And what it seemed he was doing scared the living daylights out of me.
ELEVEN
KEEP UP APPEARANCES
I’d taken a quick shower, changed, and we’d hit the storage units to get the Sportage. We swung by Fry’s but took a detour on our way to the homeless camp because we got a text from Jinx, who told us to meet her at the diner.
Since the diner was maybe a five-minute drive from the encampment, and I was all in for any information I could get, not to mention, I hadn’t taken bite one of my bagel and I was starved, we swung by there first.
We trooped in to see Persia, Skyla and Divinity were with Jinx.
This extra company was nothing to worry about.
Persia was sporting an electric blue wig today, and although she worked it, I preferred the pink.
They shared the same occupation as Jinx, and since our last case, we’d all grown tight.
Seats were taken and greetings were exchanged (these centered around a bunch of cheek touches and “Yo, bitches”).
They already had sodas.
After we sat, the server came, and I ordered a Diet Coke and the perfect accouterment to a said beverage: a double, bacon cheeseburger with cheesy tots, and I asked her to bring my chocolate malt up the rear.
The rest of them put their orders in and the server walked away.
“Shit, bitch, how do you stay so skinny eating like that?” Persia asked.
Jeff looked like dad, though we both had Mom’s healthy, thick, chestnut hair and blue eyes, and I got Mom’s body, which was no tits, long legs, and lots of ass. My flat belly was impervious to what I fed it, except for the occasional overconsumption that required me to unbutton my pants. And trust me, as the unbuttoning corroborated, I’d tested it.
Nevertheless, for understandable reasons, I didn’t want to answer “good genes.”