Page 9 of Crew Princess
There were no cracks in the sidewalk. A few trees had crystal lights on them. Palm trees dotted the streets. All their streetlights worked. A lady was walking a little dog on a pink leash, and I was pretty sure there were diamonds on the dog’s collar. Maybe just sequins? Either way, they was rich. That was for damn sure.
I felt two inches tall.
The lady eyed us as she drew closer, and she looked right at me. Suspicion flared, her hand going into her pocket.
“Gotta go,” I muttered.
Her phone was coming out, and she was going to call the cops. I knew it.
Jordan cursed, and he moved to put the truck in drive just as another lady stepped up. She slapped her hand down on the edge of the truck bed.
“The fuck?” Z almost fell backward, scrambling around to see who had got the jump on us.
It was a middle-aged woman, and she ignored us. She was solely focused on the pink-leash-dog-walking lady, the cop-calling one. She smiled wide and raised her hand high, waving, making a big deal out of it. “Hiya, Clara! How are you doing?”
Her voice was loud too, and she was doing it on purpose.
Z scowled at her. “Lady, let go of our truck.”
Her hand tightened.
Jordan opened his door and started around to her side.
She continued talking, her hand still in the air. “How’s Gordon doing? Did you call Brentworth’s firm? I know they’re excellent at defending their clients.” She gave a forced laugh, but it was a hearty one. “It never matters if they’re guilty, and don’t you worry about your Gordon. Even if he goes in for a little bit, I’m sure they’ll send him to a day-camp sort of place.”
The dog-walking woman had frozen, but after the lady gripping the truck kept on, her voice getting louder and louder, the dog walker finally yanked her dog around and hauled ass back the way they had come.
“Lady,” Jordan growled, now at her side. “You need to let go of my truck. Now.”
She waited, her eyes following the dog walker until she turned a corner. Finally stepping away, she removed her hand and moved toward the front of the truck. She came slowly, her hands out like she was being arrested. Her eyes found mine and held them, until all four of us were staring at her.
She raised her chin in the air, her hands going to her sides. “I know you.”
Jordan moved up, just outside of Cross’ door. He looked at me. Z had jumped out, coming to stand next to Jordan. He looked over too.
Cross raised his chin in challenge. His tone was chilled. “Who the fuck are you?”
She ignored him, her eyes only on me. “You’re Monroe’s little sister, aren’t you?” She nodded to herself. “Yeah. Yeah. You are. I knew your mother, way back when. She and I used to run around together. Got into all sorts of problems.” She lowered her head, her mouth forming a somber line. “I’ve not told anyone that. You know me?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Her chest rose, and her mouth turned down before her head bobbed again. “I figured as such. I didn’t know if she’d say anything. I’m Malinda McGraw-Strattan.”
She said that like I should know it.
I shook my head. “I don’t know you.”
Her nostrils flared. “You’re Channing’s sister, right?”
I didn’t answer.
Her eyes narrowed. “Heather Jax’s fiancé, right? He proposed.”
I still didn’t respond.
She huffed out, “Are you serious? Or are you shitting me? Heather’s best friend is my stepdaughter.” She waited again for a response.
I knew who she was talking about, but not until now. Channing knew everyone in Roussou. Heather knew a whole ton of people from both towns. Someone saying they knew them didn’t mean shit to me.
