Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Andy rolled his eyes. “Who fucking cares? What is your obsession? If you’d just left well enough alone, I wouldn’t be here on Dad’s request.”
Oh, this just got better and better.
“Then maybe you should stop being Dad’s little bitch,” Tara suggested.
Andy burst out laughing but stopped just as quickly when he saw a security guard creeping up behind him and swung the gun around. “No.”
Castiel’s finger started to waver, lightly feathering the trigger, and I wondered if I was going to see another person shot today besides me.
The security guard got the message and backed up without a word, but not far enough, because I could still see him in my line of sight from the doorway, where we were all crowded around.
“And.” Andy swung his gun back, aimed once again at his sister. A sister that didn’t look scared in the least. “I’m not Dad’s little bitch, you are, which is why I’m fucking here instead of doing other important shit like…” He trailed off when he seemed to realize that his conversation he was having was fairly public.
“Put the gun down,” Wade ordered.
“Can’t,” Andy said. “I’m under strict orders to bring her home or…”
“Or what?” Tara laughed, this time with a little bit of her crazy leaking out in the manic state of her eyes. “Come on, tell us. Or what?”
Andy looked at her sadly. “I’m tired of handling you anyway, Tara. You’re exhausting.”
“I’m exhausting,” she agreed. “But I’m Daddy’s baby. I’m Daddy’s one and only girl. I’m Daddy’s ticket.”
“Maybe,” he agreed. “But honestly, so is Theo. If you’re not here, then it all goes to Theo.”
It all goes to Theo.
What in the fresh hell was going on?
Tara went absolutely…wild.
There was no other description for it. “Don’t say that!” she screeched.
The bed tipped over. The officer that’d been guarding her tried to catch it, but all it did was take them both out instead of leaving him standing.
Which was how both the officer and Tara ended up getting shot.
Andy shot two off before anybody could react.
The officer took one to the foot, and Tara took one to the head.
Andy took a near three-hundred-pound Slate to the chest.
***
“Give me her address or I’ll beat it out of you,” I grumbled.
Hoax rolled his eyes and pulled out a GPS. “Just take this. The last GPS coordinate is the one you need.”
With that he left me with the device, knowing I’d find her if it took me a year to do it.
But I couldn’t allow Theo to go on thinking that I was hurt too badly.
Since Tara had interrupted the explanation I’d been giving, I’d been forced to hang up despite not being able to explain fully.
She did know that I was all right, however. There was that.
But I knew that she had to be freaking out. So I’d be going to see her…and possibly staying.
Who the fuck knew?
I mean, I’d been shot. I had to recuperate. That could take months.
Chapter 21
Whoever created a 5-day work week and a 2-day weekend was a real piece of shit.
-Theo’s mumbled thoughts
Theo
Needless to say, after the commotion of that phone call that had disconnected Liner and me last night, the very last place that I wanted to be was at work answering calls and making collection calls.
Yet, there I was, working my ass off, wishing I was anywhere but where I was.
“I have to go get some copies made,” I said as I stood up from my chair and placed my company phone into ‘sleep’ mode. “Then I’m going to take my fifteen-minute break. Do you want me to grab you anything?”
Jennie had taken her fifteen-minute break an hour ago and was already looking fairly ragged.
“My twins wouldn’t sleep last night,” she sighed. “Both are teething I think,” she explained when I looked at her like she could use a cup of coffee. “My husband is on some maneuver exercise, too, and I haven’t seen him in two days.”
Her husband was military and worked at the base that wasn’t far from town. She’d also told me he’d just gotten a promotion and had taken on quite a bit more responsibility than he was used to.
“So coffee?” I asked teasingly.
At least, I tried for teasingly.
I really wasn’t in the greatest of moods myself.
“Sure,” she sounded relieved. “Thank you.”
I nodded my head and grabbed my personal phone, even though I knew that it wouldn’t ring.
I’d gotten one single text from an unknown number last night.
It’d read: He’s okay.
That was it.
Then, after about two minutes, even the message had disappeared from my phone.
It was then I realized that I wasn’t going to get to find out anything more. I’d have to pay attention to the media just like everyone else.
Upset now all over again, I kicked a can that was in the parking lot as I walked to the food truck that was just down the street from the electric company that I worked at.