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A small unimpressed hum hits the air. “You think I owe you money?”
“No,” blockhead replies.
“You think I owe your client money?”
“No,” caterpillar face answers.
“Either of you think I fucked your wife?”
“No,” they retort in unison.
“Then whatdoyou want?”
Like a poorly rehearsed scene in a movie, they each shift their jackets to the side to reveal detective badges.
“Nice hardware.” The new information has no effect on my demeanor. “Didn’t answer my question though.”
“We want you to answer a couple of ours,” rectangle head announces prior to standing up as tall as he can. “I’m Detective Davis.” He gestures inward. “This is Detective Northwood.” His finger flicks to his partner. “We’re from Augustine County Police Department. Do you know where that is?”
“Somewhere out near Spike Village.”
Detective Davis slowly nods. “You familiar with that area?”
“I’ve picked up work that way.”
“Frequently?” Detective Northwood questions.
“When I need it.”
They nod together in an uncomfortable nature.
I know what this shit is about.
And unfortunately for Dumb & Dumber here, I’m not the redneck backwoods idiot they think that I am.
“We were wondering about your whereabouts,” Detective Davis proclaims pulling out his phone from his inner jacket pocket.
“That wasn’t a question,” I slyly point out seconds prior to the door chiming, “and you didn’t specify a day or a time.”
“Problem?” Kipp cautiously investigates, redirecting my gaze to him and our woman who is thankfully still wearing the oversized hat she tried on earlier.
“Not to my knowledge.” Unsure of who can be trusted or how far her ex-dick head’s reach really goes convinces me to cleverly suggest to Bunny, “Babe, why don’t you take the bags to the truck for us? Go stay warm. Temp feels like it’s droppin’. Don’t want you to get sick again. We’ll be there in a sec.”
She hums in acknowledgement and scampers off making sure not to allow them to see her face like the brilliant beauty she is.
Keeping my gaze plastered on her is both a protective and distraction tactic to have their focus where I want it versus where it might be more inconvenient.
Getting rid of two badge wearing bodies would be a lot more difficult than some random ass bounty hunter wannabe.
Detective Davis clears his throat and sternly bites, “Mr. Nolan.”
I let my stare meet his once more while Kipp stations himself protectively beside me. “What can I do for ya?”
“Can you tell us where you were Monday morning?”
“Working.”
“Where?” Northwood quickly asks.
