Page 215 of Rock Chick Rescue

He sat back again. “Fire away.”

“You’re a cop,” I told him.

His lips twitched and he nodded.

I kept going. “Well, say someone, I’m not saying who, butsomeonekinda knows something bad is going to happen. Something really bad. Then, say that bad thing happens. Will that someone be in trouble if she…or he…didn’t report it to the cops, like, right away?”

His eyes changed again. He wasn’t playing at flirting anymore. He was watching me closely.

“How bad is this something?”

“Bad,” I said.

“Steal a candy bar bad or worse?”

“Worse, a lot worse.” Then I leaned across the table and motioned to him to do the same. He did and when he was a couple inches away I whispered, “Murder.”

Then I sat back.

There, I did it.

Whew. That was a load off my mind.

Hank stayed where he was, stony-faced and serious and he crooked a finger at me.

Uh-oh.

The load settled right back on my mind.

I didn’t want to, but I leaned forward again.

“Talk to me,” he demanded.

I sighed.

Then I told him about Darius and Shirleen, keeping names out of it, but it wouldn’t take a genius to figure it out.

When I was done, he sat back and his arm went along the seat again. He looked away and muttered, “Fucking hell.”

The waitress served our food, snatched up our drinks and shot off to get us refills even though we’d both only taken a few sips. I understood her. I knew from experience what it could do to your tips if you weren’t super careful with refills.

“That why you want to talk to Eddie?” Hank asked.

I nodded.

“Lee know about this?” he went on.

“Matt was there,” I shared.

“Lee knows about it,” he said to himself.

He dug into his jeans and pulled out his phone. He was ignoring his food and so was I, even though I’d missed lunch due to iced tea andDays of Our Lives,so I was really hungry.

He hit a button and put the cell to his ear, his eyes flashed on me and he said, “Eat. I have a few calls to make.”

I ate.

The waitress brought back our drinks.

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