Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
And happily spend the rest of my life in prison.
“You shoot them, and I’ll shoot you,” Sunny muttered under his breath, pissed as hell and now no longer hiding it. Then, louder this time, he said, “Those birds are endangered species.” He lied. “You shoot them, and you’ll be dealing with federal law enforcement who don’t take kindly to killing endangered species. And I’d just like to point out that the last case that I worked with a game warden regarding an endangered species, they spent quite a bit more time in prison than one would spend if they were to murder someone.”
He had a point.
If either one of those birds were endangered.
But looking at Bobblehead, it was doubtful that he would know.
He didn’t look as if he had all his crayons in his box.
“What’s with that look on your face?” Bobblehead sneered at the sheriff, then his eyes cut to me. “And who the fuck are you and why are you at my crime scene?”
Sunny answered for me. “He’s taking the birds to his place down the road.”
I didn’t bother to contradict him.
In fact, if I didn’t leave right the fuck now, I might very well be checking to see his neck strength and whether it would hold his head on if I gave him a stiff, upper right hook to the underside of his chin.
“Nothing leaves this site, not even the birds,” Bobblehead tried.
“You just literally told someone to get rid of them.” Sunny ignored him, gathered up the birds, then gave them to me with the explicit look that clearly said, ‘Get the fuck out of here.’
I tried.
“Nobody leaves,” Bobblehead snapped. “Not until I know what the fuck is going on and why all these extra people are here. You.” He pointed at me. “Go right there and take a seat at the kitchen table. Don’t take the birds anywhere.”
I rolled my eyes and did what I wanted to do. Which was stay there to make sure that he didn’t do anything shady, like plant evidence.
I did make a phone call first, though.
“Sara,” I said into the phone, “I need you to get to Greer’s now. You need to pick up her birds. Act like they’re yours.”
Sara didn’t hesitate.
She was at Greer’s place within five minutes.
She walked right up to the front door, because Bobblehead’s FBI agents were that inept at their job, and called to the birds as if they were hers.
The birds, which had been corralled into the kitchen with me, squawked when they heard their second favorite person in the world and flew toward her.
All agents, even Bobblehead and the Asian old chick ducked out of the way.
Sara hadn’t even had to enter the house.
Seconds later, she was turning and heading toward her car.
“Hey!” I heard Bobblehead say.
But it was Sunny who said, “That’s my fiancée. Those are her birds. They were here with me.”
There was a long moment of silence and then, “Bullshit.”
Sunny shrugged and blocked the door until Sara was gone.
Agent McCollum whirled around and pointed at me. “Who are you?”
I crossed my arms. “Am I under arrest?”
McCollum opened his mouth and then closed it. “No.”
“Then I think I’ll leave,” I replied.
I couldn’t stay here any longer. Especially not when I heard one of the agents holler from upstairs that the closets and dressers, where Greer’s most personal things were located, were clear of any ‘paraphernalia.’”
I gave Sunny a look as I was leaving that clearly said, “Don’t let them do too much shit to her place,” and left.
I made sure that the cameras were recording before I did leave, though, because I would go back to this when we sued the hell out of them for something. I wasn’t sure what yet, but it would be happening.
Damages were adding up, and there was no way for Greer to fix it all without hiring a contractor.
The living room, as I saw as I left, was completely destroyed. There wasn’t a single wall that was left whole.
When I got to my bike, I maneuvered myself out of the tight hold that I was sure the agents thought would force me into staying and drove home.
I was unsurprised to find Sara there waiting for me.
Helping her get the birds, I walked into my house.
I was unsurprised to find Finn not at home.
Sunny had said that he was sending a few of his guys to deal with other things, and that likely meant Finn was one of those guys doing other things.
Carrie was there, though, and I walked right into her room and placed the birds on the edge of her dresser before saying, “I’m sorry as fuck to have to leave them and run, but shit’s going down at Greer’s house and I had to bring them here. I’ll explain everything when I get a chance, but everyone is okay and safe.”