Page 220 of Tenderfoot

It took us a couple of weeks of very late nights and some undercover work that Javi, Cap and Eric put their feet down that me, Raye and Jessie were not going to do (so we were surveillance while Luna and Shanti did it).

I was glad I didn’t have to pretend to be a sex worker.

Not that the Angels went “all the way” or anything, because we had a description of the guy, and they just waved any potential customers who didn’t look like him on their way.

Just that their outfits weren’t very cute.

In the end, we found him and it was Luna who got the gross dick pic that led to us convincing him it was in his best interests to repay what he stole (and then some).

I wouldn’t call it extortion, as such.

I preferred to call it justice.

The other one was dealing with some bully at work that was making life hell for some chick that Titus knew.

This was trickier.

And a bit skeevier because we had to do surveillance that felt a tad like stalking.

But since this woman was a total pain in the butt to pretty much anyone she encountered, once we got some video footage of her being an absolute bitch to the staff at an In and Out Burger, and we approached to share it’d be all over TikTok, and until the uproar died down, she’d understand the full meaning of bullied and might even lose her job, that situation was sorted.

Other than that, we just hung at the Headquarters because it was cool.

Not to mention, Arthur kept the beverage fridge stocked, and at our request, had added killer glasses and fun pink glass straws.

The couch was super comfy to watch movies in when our boys were off doing something else.

Just sayin’.

There was nothing to report regarding Jinx and her accountant.

He was still visiting her. He was still bringing her gifts. She still thought he was doing it to make him feel less dirty about being with a sex worker.

But we knew better.

At Javi’s request, it was me who set up his first meeting with Julia and Cath.

And at his further request, I went with.

They held up their part of the bargain and didn’t mention Austin or even allude to him.

And I was not surprised in the slightest that Javi had them eating out of his hand within fifteen minutes.

What was surprising was, when we were in his truck and leaving, Javi saying, “I’m gonna have a sit-down with Atherton.”

I had no words to say to argue.

It was his choice.

I wasn’t sure it was the right one, then again, Javi didn’t have any right ones (and that was Austin’s fault too).

Though I did say, “You’re not doing it without me there.”

“Babe—”

I crossed my arms on my chest and told the windshield. “Not gonna happen.”

He chuckled.

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