Page 28 of Tasting Fire
“That message was obviously meant for you.” She pointed at the evidence bag. “Anyone you know of who isn’t happy you’re in Steele Ridge?”
Emmy hesitated, but Cash knew he had to say what was on his mind. “A couple of the guys on the TMT thought it was bullshit that Emmy came on board. Stan Jackson’s been especially outspoken.”
“Oh really?” Maggie said.
“And I…uh…might’ve had a chat with him after our training exercise.”
“What kind of chat?” Emmy demanded.
“Exactly the question I was about to ask.” Maggie rocked back on her heels and stared him down.
“Everyone thought the position was mine, and when it wasn’t, there was some grumbling. When Emmy gave him some pointed feedback after our training exercise, Jackson was pissed. Just name-calling and stuff. I told him that wasn’t gonna fly with me.”
“What exactly did he call her?”
Yeah, this wasn’t looking good for Jackson. “Bitch.”
“And what does Stan Jackson drive?”
Aw, shit Stan. What did you do?“A dark blue Ford F-150.”
