Page 189 of Bone’s Choice

“Casket.”

Her eyes came back to mine. “Really?”

“What?”

“That’s what you’re correcting right now?”

I sighed. “Go back inside.”

She looked at me. “Bone—”

“Please.”

That did it.

Her expression changed. Hazel didn’t know what was going on, neither did I, but she knew me well enough now to understand I wasn’t fucking around.

“Okay.”

She nodded.

“Okay.”

I touched her waist as she turned.

Then Bull came running out of the clubhouse.

“Bone.”

I looked at him.

“Cameras caught it.”

“What?”

“Black box truck.”

Every muscle in my body locked.

“Plate?”

“Rear camera got something, but it’s blurry.”

“Get Dave on it.”

“Already sent it.”

Hazel stopped in the doorway.

She looked back at me, and I knew she heard. Couldn’t do anything about that now.

“Hose,” I called.

“Yeah.”

“Check it.”

We moved toward the casket, but I told Hazel to keep her ass in the doorway.