Eat Crow (Cheap Thrills Series Book 6) by Mary Moore (novels to improve english .txt) 📕

when Tabby started working here, I think? Yes, it must have been back then.”

DB’s eyes flashed at the mention of his wife, who was tucked securely under his arm, looking pissed off at the information.

“Alejandro and Carter are looking over the footage you’ve got to see if they can spot the person responsible, and we have Garrett fingerprinting the casings. Palmerstown P.D. is sending over some of their officers to search for footprints and any trails they can find. If everyone could go home—using the door at the front because we don’t want the casings to be disturbed or any evidence to be lost—it’ll make it easier for them to work.”

Almost jumping at the authority in DB’s voice, Principal Teller nodded frantically. “Absolutely, of course. I’ll speak to the mayor about—”

“No,” DB barked, making him jump properly this time. “For now, we’d prefer that Mayor Kirkwood wasn’t involved in this. He’s assisting us with our investigations…” he trailed off, but the look on his face said otherwise.

Surprisingly, Teller was quick to grasp what he meant. “Finally! I think y’all are going to be busy once you get to looking into his affairs. He’s the most crooked man I’ve ever met, and I hope you’ll excuse me for saying it, but he and his sons are complete assholes.”

“I’m willing to bet you’ll be right about his affairs, and you’ve got no argument from me on calling them assholes,” DB agreed, rocking back on his heels.

Logan walked with me out to the car, keeping his arm around me and his attention on our surroundings.

The fact that someone was shooting near or at a school was terrifying, but my nightmare wasn’t over because Logan was going to be investigating it. What if he came across the person and they still had the weapon?

“Are you going to be okay?”

He didn’t reply until we got to my car, and then he was glaring for a new reason. “After this is all over, we’re going car shopping.”

“No, we’re not. I like my car, it’s what I can afford, and it’s better for the environment than yours is. Do you know how much I pay for gas every month? I’ll bet it’s half what you do.”

“Then we’ll find you an environmentally friendly vehicle. Just not this one.”

Throwing my bag across my seat and into the passenger’s side, I scowled at him over my shoulder. “I like my car, and I’m keeping my car. It reminds me of one of the Decepticons in the Transformers cartoons.”

Rolling his eyes, he motioned at me to get inside. “Go back to the motel and lock yourself in the room, okay? I’ll text you when I know what’s going on.”

Searching his eyes, I saw his concern clear as day. I could give him this. “I’ll do just that and text you to let you know I got there.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, giving me a lip touch. “Stay safe, and I love you.”

“Ditto, honey.”

I’d just gotten into my seat and was reaching for my seatbelt when he added, “And give the babies a kiss for me and tell Miracle I’ll see her tonight.”

Jesus, this man, and those kittens. “Anything you want me to tell Doyle?”

With his hand on the door to shut it, he smiled and winked at me. “Yeah, tell him to look after all of my girls, and if anyone comes that he doesn’t like, he’s okay to attack them. If he doesn’t get the memo, throw one of my t-shirts at the person and let Doyle go to town on them.”

He might have slammed the door shut after he said it, but there was no way he didn’t hear my laughter, even over the purring of my baby.

Chapter Twenty-One

Logan

“What have we got?” DB shouted as he jogged into the building, waving us all into the conference room. “Dad’s out with Kapono at the school. I’ll update him when we’re done.”

“Fingerprints haven’t come back with a hit so far, sorry,” Alejandro said, sounding pissed and tired. “They’re still running, but we don’t have any of the Kirkwoods prints to include them in the search.”

“No, I don’t imagine you do,” DB growled, standing with his hands on his hips. “Wouldn’t do to have the mayor and his sons' prints in the system if you’re a corrupt bastard.”

“Your call to Ramsey opened a door for us. We took everything over to him and explained it all, and he’s going to issue the warrant. There was an important call while we were there from the governor, so we had to leave,” everyone snickered now that we knew the connection to the Townsends when I paused. “But his secretary called to say it was ready to be collected five minutes ago.”

There was a gentle knock on the door before DB could reply to what I’d said, and when I moved to open it, Naomi was standing with her hand raised like she was about to knock again.

“Um, there’s been a call from the Kirkwood mansion. His wife said they need police assistance.”

Moving to stand next to me, DB looked at me and then back down at her. “Did she say why?”

“No, she just said she needs assistance and that she’ll be waiting for you.”

DB waited until the door was closed before barking out orders. “Make sure you have all of your gear on and stay vigilant. This could be real. It could also be something he’s set up and dragged her into.”

We’d soon find out which one it was.

And it definitely wasn’t either of those options.

Jumping out of the cruiser, I followed the direction that DB was looking in to see four dark Ford Explorers parked to the side of the house. That wasn’t exactly weird, but the men who looked like they were members of the Texas Capitol Police milling around were.

“Stay vigilant,” he reminded us, moving toward the front door.

I was right behind him, so when one of the men came up and held his hand out, I heard