Which, of course, set Peanut off to baying.
“Shhh,” I said, patting Peanut’s head. “The grownups are talking.”
Constance snorted.
“Someone better tell me what in the fuck is going on!” Major barked.
The baying started up again.
I clamped Peanut’s mouth shut with my hand and said, “Coco?”
Constance sighed. “I guess I’ll explain everything.”
When she was done, I was going around her car with a wand that Major had somehow produced from nowhere. Creed was looking like he’d sucked on a lemon, and Major was standing stone-faced with his arms crossed over his chest.
Black arrived just as I reached the back of the vehicle, and the wand started going off.
Major and Creed closed in as Black’s cruiser door closed and his footsteps sounded in the gravel of the parking lot behind me.
I reached under the SUV and started to feel around with my hand.
My fingers caught on a small object, and I pulled it off.
“Tracker,” Black confirmed when I brought it up for everyone to see.
Major gave him a quick run-down of everything that Constance had shared, and his face darkened.
As I stood up, my knees protested, popping and cracking as I righted myself.
“Did you find something?” Constance called.
I looked at her over my shoulder and spotted her on the bench with Peanut practically in her lap.
I was glad to see them getting along.
Even gladder to see that she wasn’t scared of dogs after the dog attack this morning.
What a day she was having…
“Oh, shoot.”
My brows rose. “What?”
“I need to tell my mom where I’m at, or she’ll freak.” She immediately pulled her phone out of her coat pocket and placed it to her ear.
The snow started to fall a little bit heavier around us, but none of us paid it much mind as Black took the tracker and examined it.
His gaze flicked up to pepper spray dude, also known as Otto Montgomery.
Black’s feet moved, and he was standing next to Otto in the next moment, looking down at him.
“Why did you put a tracker on her car?” Black asked.
Otto’s eyes flicked over to Constance and his face whitened. “Uh, well…”
“Stalking, harassment, and invasion of privacy are serious crimes. In this state, they can also be classified as a felony,” Black said. “Tell me what I want to know.”
Otto grimaced. “It was just a job. I responded to an ad.”
