Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Even if he wasn’t fucking around on her the guy’s not exactly fun to be in the presence of.
“Neither have anything out of the ordinary going on in their emails or bank accounts or movements.”
“What about the other cops that were there?”
“All clean. Except,” he lifts a finger to indicate more information is coming, “one of the officers actually switched shifts to be on the raid. The officer on the scene? Clean. The one who initiated the swap? Not so much. There’s footage of him taking calls on a burner phone during his lunch breaks. Picking up a package at a random mailbox that wasn’t his. And a large deposit pre the raid followed by another post. We’re looking deeper into him.” Garcia shakes his head in irritation as he leans back in his seat. “You know if you’re gonna take a payoff, be smarter about the shit. Small increments. Random amounts. Do it on different days. Do it near major sporting events. It’s a lot easier to pass off as gambling winnings.”
Amusement can’t be kept out of my expression. “You givin’ me tips?”
“No, I’m regurgitating common knowledge.”
“Is that common?”
“Depending on the circles you choose to swim in, absolutely.”
Light laughter bounces back and forth between us before I ask, “What about Rabbit’s case?”
To my surprise, his entire demeanor not only noticeably shifts, it has him retrieving his booze. “I’ve got good news and bad news.”
My hand gestures in his direction to continue.
To just rip the shit out like a bubbled-up tint job.
“Good news is Zero has managed to start collecting a shit ton of information against McAdams. Everything from ‘lost’ witness statements, to concerned citizens reports, to fired staff – both from work and home. Even the chick who cuts his hair says he’s a terrifying lunatic – off the record.”
“Of course.”
“Anything your woman has told you about him is far from an exaggeration as it can possibly be. Honestly? I’m feeling a little more like it was an undersell.”
New hunks of dread slowly begin churning, mixing with the ones that have been lingering since she first found the note. “And the bad news?”
“McAdams is actually here in Spike Village ‘on business’.” Garcia has one large gulp prior to quietly announcing, “He landed first thing this morning.”
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Hunted: Season Two
Episode 1
(Kipp)
Bunny readjusts her head on my chest and continues faintly humming “Don’t Stop Believing” while scribbling the lyrics along my forearm.
I know Captain America is responsible for saving people, but I didn’t think he did the shit in real life.
But here he is.
Getting my woman to cuddle me.
Touch me.
Even make noise around me.
And because his goofy ass magically breathed life back into her – even if it’s just for the duration of this damn thing – The Losers is now going to the second-place position on my all-time favorite movies.
I still think it could use a few more car scenes though.
Then again, I think most movies could.
All of a sudden, the actions that literally jumped the dead battery in my chest begin fading about as abruptly as they began, prompting me to glance down to investigate why.
To see if I need to jolt them again somehow.
The sight of her peacefully drifting off immediately has my shoulders dropping in unfathomable relief.
Hell, when I first got into bed, she curled up so far away from me, I swore Nolan was wrong.
That she’d never touch me again…consider touching me again.
That I wasn’t just the last car she’d pick on the lot, but one she’d rather leave there without than ever drive.
The shit hurt so much I almost gave up and volunteered to just go back downstairs.
To go back to picking up the one part of my life I still know how to manage even in shambles.
Yet…like the low roar of a 1967 Mercury Cougar…Nolan’s voice idled in the back of my brain reminding me to man up.
Take the wheel.
Stay on the charted route not the one her asshole ex wants us to take.
Having her slowly gravitate closer and then eventually begin doodling on her own ink covered skin until I offered mine felt like running a necessary diagnostic test to confirm you’re making the right call before actually taking your tools to it.