Page 107 of Love Undecided
Chapter 48
Kat
We pull up in front of Gil Iverson’s house in a matter of minutes.
“I feel so bad-ass right now,” I tell Bauer. “We’re going on a raid!”
“Not we, Cookie. You are staying in the car, especially in that outfit.”
I look down at my tank and skirt, not seeing what he means.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” I ask.
He just scoffs in return and gets out of the car to follow Sherman to the front door. I know this is a cute outfit; I’ve worn it before and received compliments on it. Plus, I feel like I have a good eye for fashion. I mean, not in the way that Remi has an eye for fashion, but enough so that I don’t look like an idiot. I take a sitting selfie of the outfit anyway and text it to Remi asking her if there is something wrong with my outfit.
Yes, I’mthatshallow.
The house is in a slightly older section of town where a lot of the transient and migrant workers live and most of the homes are rented out, not owner occupied, and therefore in varying degrees of disrepair.
Gil Iverson’s home is no exception.
The grass is yellowed and sparse. He has dead flowers in window boxes by what I’m assuming is a kitchen window and possibly a living room window. There’s a one car garage off to the side, which still has the wooden door that you pull up by hand. A car sits in the driveway, but it’s covered with a tarp that is weighted down with cinder blocks on the ground at all four corners and one on the roof.
I get out of the car to go check the make of the one under the tarp. I’m betting it’s a white car that looks like a police car, without the red and blue lights. Sure enough, it’s a white Crown Victoria. God, this is almost too easy.
My phone dings with a text, I let out a small shriek of fright and look around quickly. The neighborhood is quiet. The text is from Remi, reassuring me that my outfit is totally on point.
Take that, Chance Bauer!
I hurry back to the car and send Bauer a quick text to let him know what I’ve found. And also that I am still waiting in the car, for the most part. He and Sherman, and the two backup officers come back to the front of the house moments later, empty-handed.
“The house is clean,” he says. “But there is a room that was clearly set up as a photography room and another that was for the girls to sleep in. We’ve called in the crime lab guys to dust for prints and anything else they can find. The two badges are going to wait here in case he returns, and we are going to go stakeout the school.”
The excitement builds inside me again. Not only are we catching the bad guy, but we are going to nail my creepy stalker at the same time. I can get rid of that stupid camera and finally be able to enjoy naked hot tub again.
Mmmm, naked hot tub.
Mmmm, naked Brad in the hot tub.
I start to flush all over.
“You okay, there, Cookie?” Bauer asks. “You look a little red.”
“Yup! Doing good,” I reply, staring straight ahead not willing to look him in the eye in case he can read the thoughts on my face.
I know, we’ve already established that I don’t have a good poker face.
