Page 71 of Out on a Limb
Andrew barely stiffened, his hold on me tightening.
“I would.” The cop shook his head. “Because right now we don’t have much to work with.” He glanced at where one of his partners was using a black brush to dust the gate for prints. “Cameras would have been really helpful.”
“I’ll make sure we look into it.” This time I was telling the truth.
We did need cameras. Eventually.
“What is going on?” Julia rushed in with Grant hot on her heels. She came straight for me, arms outstretched. “What happened?” She grabbed me in a hug, pulling me away from Andrew.
“Someone broke in last night.” I managed to sound a little pathetic. It was easier to accomplish with Julia since I actually felt guilty lying to her.
But I had to do it. The more people who knew the truth, the more likely it was that Andrew’s plan wouldn’t work.
Julia shoved me back out, holding tight to my shoulders as she stared into my eyes. “Last night?”
I nodded.
Her eyes rolled toward the cop before coming back to me. “What time did it happen?”
“We don’t know.” Andrew stepped in a little closer. “The gate was open when we got here, and it looks like someone went through the offices.”
Julia’s eyes were wide enough it was clear she knew something.
Like the fact that a group of women came in and dropped a flock of chickens into a trailer.
And unfortunately the cop didn’t miss it. “Do you have something to add?”
“Nope.”
The cop lifted a brow.
My stomach dropped and my heart started to race.
But a second later the cop’s eyes moved and he smiled wide. “Grant Servantes.” He reached out to shake Grant’s hand. “How’ve you been?”
“Good.” Grant stepped in at Julia’s side. “You?”
“Great.” He looked from Grant to Julia, then back again.
“I hate that someone would break into a place like this.” Grant showed no sign that he knew anything of interest. “It’s a landmark.”
“It’s been around forever.” The cop slowly closed his notebook and tucked it back into the front pocket of his uniform. “Everything around it changes but this place always stays the same.”
“It’s changed a little.” I didn’t like the way the cop acted like the garden was stagnant. Stuck in the past.
Even though maybe it kind of was.
All because of an old man with a pecker problem.
He wasn’t the only one waking up to a pecker problem this morning. I would give my left tit to see the look on those dick’s faces when they opened the door to that trailer.
I started to laugh and tried to swallow it down, so instead of cackling at my silent joke, I ended up choking on my own spit.
Andrew leaned down, his eyes filled with concern. “You okay?”
All I could do was shake my head and pray everyone thought I was overcome with emotion.
It wasn’t completely wrong. The emotion was just questionable.
