Page 36 of Finding Forever in Cedarwood

Shit.What about Big Orange? He’d planned on going to the store, then adopting the ball of fluff.

Stone pulled into the parking lot. He hadn’t been kidding about being right there. “Need a lift?”

“Let me make sure I can go, but yes.” He tossed his stuff onto the passenger side of the bench seat, then headed over to the police. He approached Jordan. “Am I free to leave? You have my cell number and my address, but if you can’t reach me, you can try Stone McCartney’s number and address.”

“You’re free, but we will be in touch,” Jordan said.

“Thanks.” He hurried back to the truck. “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look rattled,” Stone said. “I know the shit hit the fan, but I mean, how are you?”

“I’m going to be okay.” He fiddled with his bag. “I’m scared because someone touched my stuff, but it’s not the first time I’ve had something like this happen.” He paused. “I need to tell you something.”

“Will I be pissed?” Stone drove across town in the direction of the farm.

He couldn’t be sure, but he assumed so. “You might.”

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