Page 19 of Wyatt
The men stared at the mountain of a man in front of them, then scanned the faces of the other two. Swallowing, the foursome nodded.
“You’ve done nothing wrong,” said Tobias. “We’re just trying to get a clear picture of the events as they happened.”
“That’s the problem, sir. None of us remembers the picture, the event,” said Daniel. “I’m a fucking Marine. Shit like this isn’t supposed to happen to us.”
“And it’s supposed to happen to us because we’re Navy?” snapped Zane.
“Stop pissing on one another’s shoes,” said Nate. “We don’t have time for this bullshit.”
“Oh, so you’re a Marine?” scowled Quentin.
“No. Actually, I was Delta,” he said calmly. “So was my cousin. Moose was a SEAL. Any other stupid questions?”
“Uh, no, sir.”
“Good. For each of you, was this the first time the woman in question approached you at a bar, or anywhere for that matter?” asked Tobias.
“I wasn’t approached in a bar,” said Zane. “I was approached in a smoothie shop. It was packed, and I was waiting outside for my order to be called. I was just scrolling through my phone when this girl asked me if I knew how to get to the police station.”
“The police station?” asked Moose.
“Yeah. She said her car had been broken into. I asked if she was okay, and she said it happened overnight. I offered to take a look at the car for her.”
“Why?” asked Tobias.
“Why? She was fucking hot as shit, that’s why.”
“So you let your dick rule your brain?” frowned Nate.
“Fuck you,” he barked back. Nate just stared at him, and he squirmed in his seat. “Yes. Okay, yes. I let my dick rule my brain, but she was wearing these tiny little white shorts and a tank top with no bra. What was I supposed to do?”
“I’m pretty sure that was rhetorical,” grinned Daniel.
“What happened next?” asked Moose.
“Her driver’s side window was smashed, glass all over the seat. She was parked on a side street, no cameras, no houses facing the vehicle. Police arrived, took her statement, and the car was towed.”
“Let me guess, you offered her a ride,” said Moose. He nodded.
“Yes. We went to lunch and had a great time. Look, I don’t know what to say. She was exactly my type. Beautiful brunette with these highlights that were perfect. She had hazeleyes, flawless skin, and a body that would knock your socks off. And she wasn’t stupid. She was knowledgeable about a lot of things.”
“Like what?” asked Tobias.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Sports, politics, even airplanes.”
“What did she know about airplanes?”
“Basic things, I guess, but it was enough that I was impressed. Nothing top secret, and it was mostly about commercial planes, not military. I never said I was a pilot. Not until later.”
“Why later?”
“We went back to her place,” he groaned. “We’d gone to dinner, and she invited me in. I remember sitting on her sofa, and we started making out.”
“How?”
“How? What the fuck do you mean?”
“How were you making out. Be specific.”
