Page 62 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Yes, but he’s not with me at the moment.”

A sob filled my ear. “I can’t see him.”

“What happened?”

“I found my daughter’s dairy.” She partially growled. “And I know why she committed suicide.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I’ll come alone.” I assured her.

She sniffled more. “Good. I’ll turn it over to you.” She blew her nose in my ear and I pulled over to the side of the road. “I can’t tell my husband. He’ll kill him and I can’t lose them both.”

“I promise you. I understand.”

“Thank you.”

There was a soft click in my ear, and I knew the call had been disconnected. You gotta love old phones. I looked down at my phone and dialed the sheriff.

“Lincoln.” His gruff voice filled my ear.

“The girl who took her life? Her mom found her diary.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “We’re doing lunch at Ollin’s.”

He chuckled. “I’ll assemble the troops.”

I ended the call and finished driving to The Salty Chef.

Sean Riley

I couldn’t wait to get to that damn diner. All I could think about on my drive was the beautiful waitress from last time.

Her soft blond hair, tender skin and her mouth. Her mouth did things to me that curled my toes. She was a little older than I liked, but oh so innocent.

I loved being the older man who taught the girls how men like things. The right words, a few hugs, being attentive to their words and then they’re moldable putty in my hands.

“Mm.” I moaned and stroked the limp dick in my pants. “Hollie was one of the sweetest.” I remembered her crying on my shoulder after the break in. Her face buried against my neck. Her soft perfume.

Maybe I can get the mom to let me see her room so I can snag something to remember her by other than my memories?

“Damn!” I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. “Why can’t I get it up?!” Growling in anger, I turned off the road and pulled into the parking lot for the diner. “No matter. I can get some good food and have something pretty to look at.”

Getting out of my car, I looked around to see if Moody had arrived yet, but his car wasn’t in the lot and I didn’t see any cars coming up the road. Ah, well, I’m going in.

I walked up the small sidewalk up to the glass doors and entered, smiling when I saw a blond. The moment she turned and saw me, she dropped the plate in her hands, gasping.

She seemed familiar. Then it hit me. Miss Pumpkin, who went to the movies alone.

The old man came from the back and walked over to her. “Take a break, dear. I got this.”

“Yes, sir.” Her sweet voice made me smile, and I sauntered to the back table we sat at last time.

I watched as she walked around the wall and down the hall and instead of sitting down; I followed her down the hall. When I got to the doors for the bathrooms, she wasn’t there.

Looking over my shoulder to make sure no one else came this way, I gave the women’s bathroom doorknob a twist, smiling when it wasn’t locked. I slipped inside and my smile disappeared, seeing an immense man standing there.

“You, Riley?” His gruff voice reverberated off the walls.

I moved my jacket, showing off my shoulder holster. “Who the fuck wants to know?”

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