Kendra chuckled and turned around in Grayson’s arms. They kissed, locking lips, tonguing each other, enjoying the moment.
They pulled their mouths away from each other. “I’ve got a case. Do you want to go with me on it?” she asked.
“Yeah. We’ll grab eggs, ham, and a muffin for breakfast after we get the guy.”
“Woman,” Kendra said, handing Grayson a cup of doctored coffee with cream and sugar, just like he liked it. “But you need to get dressed first.” She ran her finger down his bare chest.
He laughed. “That would probably be a good idea.”
They drank their coffee together, and then he hurried off to the bedroom to dress.
Kendra grabbed a thermos for each of them, her roller skates, a packed bag so she could stay with Grayson overnight, and the crystal earrings for Ivy. She figured if they were running close to the time of the birthday party, they could just go to Whitefish and be ready for it.
Grayson came out of the bedroom dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and boots. He glanced at the things she had gathered. “Looks like you’re ready to go.”
“Yeah, and we won’t have to return here in case it takes us a while, and we need to head to the birthday party right afterward.”
“So who are we going after?” He led her out of the house. She locked it, and he unlocked the SUV.
“Christy McQueen. She is out on bond for drunken driving, evading arrest, and wrecking four cars, which caused five people to be seriously injured. She took off her monitor this morning, missed a court date, and is thought to be at her uncle’s place.” Kendra gave Grayson the address, he entered it into his GPS, and they headed for the house. “It’s fifteen minutes away on the other side of Kalispell.”
Grayson got a Bluetooth call from Rowland, and Kendra hoped he had news about Younger or Billy.
“I’m sorry to say that neither Younger nor Billy tried to cross the border into Canada. Not that they didn’t plan to, but they just never made it.”
“So what’s next?” Grayson asked.
“We’re still looking for them.”
Grayson turned down another street. “We’re going on a fugitive hunt right now, and then we need to go to Whitefish to celebrate Ivy’s birthday.”
“Good show. I’ll keep you apprised of what’s going on here if we learn anything,” Rowland said. “Good luck on your mission and have a fun time at your sister’s birthday party.”
“Thanks, Rowland. We will.”
When Grayson and Kendra arrived at Christy McQueen’s uncle’s house, Grayson and Kendra went to the front door and tried to reach the woman, but were told she wasn't there. They identified themselves as bounty hunters, and Kendra knew they recognized that Christy was wanted.
"Well, she's not here," the gray-haired woman said. She smelled of marijuana and beer and looked like she hadn’t eaten for days. Though marijuana in small amounts wasn’t illegal in Montana.
"Are you her aunt?" Kendra asked.
"Yeah, but she still doesn’t live here, and she isn't here."
"We have word that she is," Kendra said. "If you're hiding her, you can be charged with obstruction of an investigation."
The woman glanced back at a man who joined her at the front door. He reeked of pot and beer too, but where his wife was thin, he made up for it with a huge beer belly. "What do you want?"
"Are you John McQueen, Christy’s uncle?" Kendra asked.
"Yeah, what do you want?" His voice was gruff, and he looked like he was ready to pick a fight.
“Christy has to turn herself over after removing her ankle monitor and missing her court date," Kendra said.
Uncle John glanced back at his wife. She shrugged.
"Did you hear me tell your wife that you could be dealing with obstruction if you don't have Christy come out and turn herself over to us?" Kendra said.
They couldn't enter the house to grab the woman, but Kendra sure wished they could.
