Page 66 of A Little Bit Whiskey
“What is it?”
“I didn’t understand why Tamsyn asked me to bring it, but I do now. It’s the autopsy report. It shows the necklace she was wearing.”
“Thanks.” Noir took the paper and stuffed it in his pocket.
“I need you to call me,” Eddy said. “And leave your phone on in your pocket.”
“That’s a dangerous game.” Noir pulled out his phone.
“I need to know what’s going on so I know when to go in. We’re talking about taking down the chief of police. I can’t do that on what we have so far.”
“Son.” His dad took him by the shoulders. “You won’t have much time. I’m sure Tamsyn has done what she can to get whatever information out of him, but Fred’s going to be desperate to end this in his favor. Don’t give him a reason to shoot you or Tamsyn.”
It was time to save the woman he loved. Never in a million years did he ever think that Tamsyn Tuttle would need saving.
Tamsyn
Tamsyn stared at Fred. She couldn’t believe what he’d just told Eddy. My God, he’d lost his mind. There was no coming back from this.
“Anna, sweetheart. Go outside. I don’t want you to have to see this,” Fred said.
“I’m sorry, Tamsyn. I really am.” Anna dug into her purse, the one she clutched to her side at all times. She handed Tamsyn a note and a document. “This will seal the Rivers’ fate.”
The first piece of paper had to be a forgery because it stated Carter River was her father.
The second was a note from her mother, to her, stating Carter River was her father.
Tamsyn was sure, if a handwriting expert examined it, they would state her mother hadn’t written it.
“This is bullshit and again, you won’t get away with it,” Tamsyn said.
“You heard what Eddy said. You’re missing. Weezer’s nowhere in sight. It’s all falling into place.” Fred opened the door. He jumped. “What the fuck?”
“Surprised to see me out here?” Noir asked. “Why are you holding a gun?”
“I’m a cop. I always have a gun.” Fred lowered his weapon to his side for a split second before he raised it, pointing it right at the center of Noir’s chest.
Tamsyn swallowed. Her wrist exploded with a crippling pain. A guttural sob escaped her throat.
“What are you doing out here?” He stuck his head out the door before slamming it shut. “Alone?”
“Yes. I came looking for my girlfriend.” He took a step toward Tamsyn, but Fred got in his way.
“We’re having a family discussion. I need you to leave,” Fred said.
“This is my property, so it’s you who needs to leave.” Noir cocked his head. “Tamsyn, are you okay?”
“I broke my wrist, but otherwise, doing just ducky.” That was Tamsyn speak for having a really shitty day, and Noir knew it.
“It’s cold out here,” Noir said. “Why don’t we all go back to the main building.”
“You go ahead. I need to talk to my family first. But tell your mom and dad I need to speak to them.”
“Why?” Noir asked.
“Not for you to question, son,” Fred said.
“Don’t ever call me son. I have a father. And I’m going to question it when you’re pointing that thing at me and Tamsyn’s wrist is broken. Not to mention Anna has mascara all over her face. So someone better start talking before—”
