Page 46 of Grave Stone

“Back at ya, Tom,” she said, motioning for us to follow her.

“His name is Tom?” Hadley asked.

Naomi laughed. “No. We got into a discussion about the way bomb, comb, tomb, and womb are pronounced, and that resulted in me calling him Tom every time he annoys me or pisses me off.”

“I like the way you think.”

“Thank you.” She stopped at a door near the end of the hallway. “This is Sin’s office.” Then she knocked on it once before flinging it open. “Hey brother!” she shouted.

“God damn it, Naomi!” Sin yelled, jumping up from his chair as a tumbler of coffee fell to the floor.

“Who damn it?”

“I told you to stop doing that!”

“Yes, you did. A couple of times.”

Sin glared at her.

“What? You don’t want to yell for Dad in front of our guests?”

Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose and audibly exhaled. “What do you want, Naomi?”

“Hadley and Whitney were looking for your office, and I wanted to annoy you. Mission completed. I’ll see y’all later.”

Sin gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. “Come in and have a seat. I’ll be with you as soon as I clean up the mess my pain-in-the-ass little sister made.”

“I think we could learn some things from her,” Hadley said quietly.

“Fucking hell,” Sin mumbled. “So, why were you two looking for me?”

“Whitney’s new cell phone arrived today. When she texted her boss to give him her new number, he told her a detective had come by and left a number for her to call. How would you like us to proceed?”

“Did they say what it was about?”

“No, but the name on the business card he left is Detective Yates, who happens to be the detective assigned to Glenn’s case.”

Sin sighed. “You need to call him back sooner rather than later. He probably wants to talk to you about your lunch with Glenn and find out where you’ve been.”

“Sorry. I should’ve been clearer. Assuming the detective wants to meet with her, when and where would you like that to happen?”

“I don’t want him to come here,” I blurted.

“I agree with you on that,” Sin said.

“I don’t think you should risk being seen in public talking to the police, so I suggest having him meet you at your house tomorrow afternoon,” Hadley said and looked at Sin. “As long as one of your guys can go with her.”

“I’ll send Stone.”

“Okay,” Hadley said with far too much excitement. “Let’s call the detective. Then we’ll work on your story.”

I looked down at my phone. I hated calling people I didn’t know. Hated it.

“Do you want me to call and pretend to be you?” Hadley asked.

“Yes!” I shouted and tossed my phone to her like a hot potato.

“I’m not calling from your phone and giving him your new number.” She tossed my phone back and turned to Sin. “Do you have a landline I can use?”