AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I know we had a friend who thought she could take to the streets and right all the world’s wrongs. She got shot twice, chest and gut, for her troubles. She almost didn’t make it. It’s a flat-out miracle she did.”
Yikes!
“You should have reported your concerns to the police,” Mason kept at me.
Before I could say anything, Jackson cut in, “Barring that, when you cased his house, you shouldn’t have sat in your ridiculous bright-yellow car and had a ten-minute phone conversation while obviously casing his house.”
I knew my car was a problem.
I loved my car (I called her Tweety, for obvious reasons).
But she wasn’t so good in a stakeout.
Now Jackson kept at me. “Or jumped the fence from a dumpster.”
I still needed to wash my hands, and every other inch of me, not only due to the dumpster sitch, but also that Walken collapsed on me.
Seriouseuw.
Jackson wasn’t done with me. “Or directly confronted him with nothing but a stun gun and a Puppy Patrol polo.”
He was hot and all, but he was all kinds of infuriating.
“Okay, all’s well that ends well—” I started.
“So you know this is gonna end well?” Mason asked.
“Tonight it did,” I pointed out.
“Two weeks ago, when you roofied that football player who was the ringleader in the gang rape of a girl, dragged his ass to a warehouse, poured honey on him and let loose a bunch of ants, then told him to, ‘Behave himself, the Avenging Angel is watching’, that wasn’t smart.”
See?
Stupid cocky.
“Are you talking about that college guy?” I asked fake-innocently.
“You know I am,” he answered, knowing I was playing fake.
“Well, he’d slut-shamed her into dropping the charges. He and his buds’ bullshit on social media destroyed her after they’d already violated her. She’s quit school. Girls have committed suicide over stuff like that. Gotten into drugs. Cutting. Their lives are forever ruined even if they pull through it and find help to carry on in a healthy way,” I returned. “So, I don’t know anything about this Avenging Angel person, but if they did that, I applaud them.”
“I’m not defending him,” Mason pointed out. “He’s a piece of shit. Him roofied, naked, alone, and somewhere he doesn’t know where he is or if worse is yet to come, covered in honey and crawling ants would not be the way I’d deal with him, but it works. The point I’m trying to make is, you’re not a piece of shit. And you could get fucked up by doing that crap. He’s too humiliated to press charges. But the next guy you run up against might not be the same.”
“I’m not this Avenging Angel,” I lied again. “I just…” Nope. Not gonna go there. “Got interested in Elsie Fay’s case. I’m a true crime buff.” Lame! (Though true.) “You’re right. I should have called the police. There won’t be a next time, but should that very unusual incident occur, I promise to call the cops. Now, will one of you take me back to my car? Lenny’s closes soon.”
Mason turned to Jackson and lifted his brows.
Jackson pushed away from the wall and grunted, “Come on.”
He would not have been my choice, mostly because, in any other circumstance but this one, he totally would be my choice.
But whatevs.
I got out of my chair and said, “Nice to meet you, Kai.”
“Mace,” he corrected me. “Only my wife and mother call me Kai.”
“Right,” I mumbled, gave him a salute with one finger to my brow and out, ignored him appearing amused again, then followed Jackson out of the office.
