Page 33 of Dark Alleys

Words that spelled danger.

This is where the train always derailed for me. Women always wanted to get inside your head so they knew what you were thinking, and that’s something I couldn’t let happen.

I couldn’t let anybody inside my head. I had too much classified stuff stored in my gray matter. What I knew went as high as high could go. Right to the fuckin’ White House.

I tipped up the glass and chugged the beer down. “Not tonight, Regan. I have to work.”

“I know you well enough already to catch you in a lie.”

“Me too.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The smile vanished from her gorgeous face.

Do what you have to do.

I said the words I knew would piss her off.

“You figure it out.”

Chapter Seven

Sunday, June 8th.

Riverside District. Austin.

This was one morning I was wary of checking the messages on my phone. Wasn’t wrong.

Regan was all over me.

“I heard it was emotional suicide to date a cop.”

What was the proper response to that? Had to think about it.

“Didn’t realize we were dating.”

“Definitely not now.”

I laughed and felt kind of bad at the same time. I couldn’t let her get to me. Regan wanted something and I wished to hell and back I knew what it was. Something she was willing to put it all out there to get. What could it be that she was so desperate for?

Probably drive me nuts until I found out what the fuck it was.

New plan.

I’d have Kamps dive deep into her background and search. He could find it for me. Sooner the better. I texted him.

“Regan Shay owns Mahaffey’s Bar. I need everything you can find on her. Not urgent.”

“Copy. Have it later today.”

“Good enough.”

Another text hit my phone but not from Kamps. That would’ve been freaky.

Cindy.

“Neil called me. He has a place for me and Flint. He’s going to call you.”

“Great. Talk later.”

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