Page 5 of Arresting the Warlord

I smiled brightly. “Yes, I am.”

With a snarl, the Jackass reached for me.

I hit him with my freeze ray. I knew it was a bad idea, but he needed to be taught a lesson.

His eyes widened in shock and he struggled to move.

“You were warned.” Pulling out my modified stun gun, I zapped him and watched the big, bad warlord crash to the ground.

“You’re going to regret this,”Jackass growled in my head.

Probably. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. If I were you, I’d shut the hell up.”

“How are you going to get me in your patrol car?”

“Watch and learn.”I linked with Uncle Jesse.“I need a car towed at milepost 260.”

“Five minutes out,”Uncle Jesse answered.

I cuffed the Jackass and patted his face. “Don’t go anywhere.”

A killing rage simmered in his amber eyes.

I opened the back door to my patrol car.

“I won’t fit.”

Hmmm. He was a big dude, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. Getting my small anti-gravity sled out of the trunk, I slid it under his body and lifted him up.

“I’m telling you I won’t fit.

“Oopsy-daisy.” I dumped him headfirst into the backseat of my patrol car. He landed face down on the floorboard and his legs were bent at an awkward angle.“See. You fit.”

“Paybacks are a bitch.”

“Keep it up and I’ll add threatening a police officer to your charges.”

Uncle Jesse pulled up in his old tow truck, leaned out the driver’s window and whistled. “Nice car.”

“It has a little water damage,” I said, shutting the car door.

“You’re paying for the repairs, female,”Jackass stated.

“The name’s Officer Tsosie and I think not. Do you have any hard, cold evidence that I made it rain in your car?”

“Fuck.”

“Didn’t think so.”I walked over to the Mustang and started a vehicle inventory. Jackass had one small suitcase, a bottle of water and a bag of chocolate kisses. A guy who liked chocolate couldn’t be all bad. Could he? Vicious curses erupted from the backseat of my patrol car. Then again.

I hit the jackpot when I opened the trunk. There were several laser rifles, pistols, knives and one deadly looking sword.“Tsk. Tsk. Did you know laser rifles are illegal on Navajo Nation land?”

“No.”

“Ignorance of the law is no excuse. I’ll be adding misconduct involving weapons to your charges.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I remembered all the times the Coletti had treated us poorly. “Immensely.”

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