Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I’m passing the mashed potatoes to Donnie when my phone rings.
I pull my cell from my pocket, and excuse myself from the table, seeing that it’s Chandler.
I try not to let fear develop in my chest, but the man is on shift tonight and he doesn’t bother me with issues. He’s more of an ask forgiveness than ask permission kind of guy. It’s something we’re working on.
“Chief?” he says when the call connects.
“What’s wrong, Chandler?”
“I have Walker Conroy in custody.”
My chest clenches with guilt, thinking it might have something to do with the position I put him in with that bottle of whiskey nearly two months ago.
“He says Adalynn sent him to Claire Kennedy’s house, but she called the police when she found him lurking around in her backyard.”
“I wasn’t lurking,” Walker snaps at Chandler, loud enough that I can hear him.
“You were trying to steal Larkin’s ride-on car.” That has to be Claire.
“Hold on,” I tell him with a sigh, poking my head back into the dining room. “Did you send Walker over to Claire’s to have him steal a ride-on car?”
Adalynn chews her bottom lip before speaking and I already know this is going to be a mess. She loves to help everyone, but sometimes her help causes more issues than it fixes.
“He’s there to put a new battery in it,” Adalynn says. “Did he do it right now? He wasn’t supposed to be there until after nine.”
“I wasn’t going to come to her house after dark,” I hear Walker say on the other end of the line, telling me that Chandler has our call on speakerphone. “That’s how you get shot.”
“Do you still want to press charges?” Chandler asks.
“If that’s what it takes to get people in this town to stop getting in my business,” Claire says.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, mouthing an apology to Gina and Robin when they glare at me. “Give me ten minutes. I’m coming.”
“You,” I tell Adalynn, pointing at her. “Let’s go.”
Much to my surprise, neither Donnie nor Ronnie stand up and tell me to be more respectful of their sister.
The glint in her eyes as she wipes her mouth with her napkin before standing tells me she wants to be disrespected a little.
I just know that the rest of my life is going to be filled with more fun and pleasure than I can ever imagine.
THE END