Page 6 of Saltwater Promises
He laughed. “Not as awful as being shot at. I hate being shot at.”
“Oh.” Margie lowered her voice. “I just assumed that you were used to getting shot at all the time.”
He shook his head. “No. The last time was twenty years ago in a different undercover assignment in Mexico. I’ve spent my entire career trying not to get shot.”
“Another reason to retire,” Margie said in a sing-song voice.
Mike ignored her and kept talking. “And if Lenny is working with the FBI…”
“Then just tell them everything that you found out and be done with it,” Margie said.
“I wish it were that easy,” Mike said with a sigh. “My old boss made it pretty clear that they don’t want to hear anything else from me.”
“What are the chances that Lenny is feeding them bad information?” asked Hank.
“I would guess pretty high. Not that the FBI won’t figure it out, but it might take a while. He’ll drag it out. Guys like Lenny think they can outsmart everyone. Where’s Amanda when I need her?”
Margie smiled and reached out to rub Hank on the shoulder. Ever since Amanda moved back to Seattle, he’d been a bit down. She made a mental note to plan a visit soon.
Hank chuckled. “Luckily, she’s actually retired from fighting crime. I’m hoping that she doesn’t find any more trouble out in the city.”
“Will you be joining us for dinner today, Mike?” Margie asked. Just because he said he didn’t like Claire didn’t mean that it was true.
Probably.
“Sorry, I can’t. I was actually wondering something. Hank, do you think I can borrow your boat?”
“Sure. Let me get the keys.”
When he walked off, Margie leaned in. “Where are you going?”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”
Once he had the keys, he disappeared.
Margie had a lot to keep her occupied, but she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering. Surely Mike wouldn’t be able to avoid Claire forever.
Not if she had anything to do with it.
