Page 99 of Things We Hide from the Light
“You gonna run and tattle to the feds about this?” I asked, swinging into a parking space near the entrance.
“Guess that depends on how it goes down.” Nolan released his seat belt. “I’m comin’ in.”
“Less problematic for you if you don’t know what I’m doin’ in there.”
“I got nothing to do but wonder how many assholes are lined up to make a move on my ex since she moved to DC and wait for some low-level criminal to ask you to dance again. I’m comin’ in.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Get anything useful out of her yet?” he asked.
“Dunno. This is my first visit.”
He shot me a look. “Guess Studly Do-Right takes orders seriously.”
“Was really hopin’ that nickname would die.”
“Not likely. But seriously, Idler tells you let the big girls and boys handle it and you just sit on your hands? If I were in your shoes, I’d sure as hell be running my own investigation. Hell, these are local players. They’d be more likely to talk to you than to a bunch of feds.”
“Speaking of,” I said, looking pointedly at his department-issue suit. “Lose the jacket and tie.”
Nolan had just thrown his jacket between the seats and was rolling up his sleeves when a leggy brunette strolled out of the prison and into the parking lot.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Well, well, well. Looks like Investigator Solavita is up to something after all,” my passenger mused. “What are the odds—”
“Zero in a million,” I said as I glared at her reflection in my rearview mirror. I watched her hang up her phone and get into her car.
I called up Lina’s last text on my phone.
“Aren’t you gonna bust her?” Nolan asked.
“Nope,” I said as my thumbs moved across the screen.
Me: Lunch sounds good. Meet at Dino’s in ten?
My phone rang a few seconds later. Lina.
“Hey,” I said, fighting to keep my tone neutral.
“Hi,” Lina said.
“Is Dino’s in ten good?” I asked, knowing full well it wasn’t. Nolan snickered from the passenger seat.
“Actually, I’m out running errands. Can I meet you in an hour?”
She was lying to my face…well, my ear. My blood pressure spiked. “I don’t think I’m gonna be free then,” I lied. “What kind of errands are you running?”
“Oh, you know, just typical errand stuff. Groceries. Pharmacy.”
A visit to a women’s correctional facility.
“How did breakfast go this morning?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Breakfast was fine,” I lied. “Piper with Mrs. Tweedy?”
“Yeah. She’s sleeping off her puppyccino on Mrs. Tweedy’s couch.”
