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“Good, I hope he tells the police everything,” Maggie said.
Alex spoke up. “The police sergeant wants to speak to you. He was impressed with your message and how you put the call through.”
“What call?” Maggie asked.
“I called Trevor when things first went down. Everything they did in there was aired out here to them. The police knew what was happening because the line was open.”
Her lips parted in surprise. “That’s what you did? What made you think to do that?”
“Training, darling.” I winked at her. “And for the record, I do not think you are a prude.”
“Oh, that’s a good thing because I had been stewing over how I could prove to you that I wasn’t.”
I leaned down and whispered into her ear, “You could still try to prove it.”
She laughed and slapped my chest as we began to walk toward the police vehicle with the most activity around it. Alex and Trevor walked in front of us.
“What I’d like to know is how you could possibly think that you are a magnum?” Maggie said with a grin.
Trevor burst out a laugh in front of us as he turned and walked backward. “Is he still carrying that around with him?”
“Yes, he is. I assume that’s a joke.”
Trevor, Alex, and I all laughed as I replied, “Yes, it is.”
“Are you going to explain it to me?”
All three of us sobered and said, “No!” at once, startling her.
“Where did Screamer go?” I asked, changing the subject on purpose.
Alex shifted to the side of us to answer. “He said that since you were alive, he was going back to the office and told you to hurry the hell up. He’s not paying you to dilly-dally around anymore.”
“Screw him.” I snorted a laugh.
“Who is Screamer?” Maggie asked.
“My boss.”
“And his name is Screamer? Do I want to know why?”
Trevor chuckled. “We all did a tour together overseas. Jake got the nickname Screamer because when he went into battle, he had a wild war cry, and when he gets pissed, he screams at the top of his lungs.”
Her eyes were wide as I peered down at her. “Sounds like a wonderful guy.”
“He has his moments,” I told her wryly as we paused next to the police vehicle.
Trevor introduced me to Sgt. Wilkins, and I explained more of what I knew. Maggie helped me explain a few of the things for the time I was in the bathroom.
“Well, we thought we had all the hostages detained, but he must have slipped out somehow.”
“Maggie saw him before the jewelry heist.”
“You did?” The sergeant turned to face her more fully, his gaze slipping down her body quickly, and I found myself a little irritated with that. Not that I had a right to be, or that I would say anything, but still— “What did you see?”
“On my way to the coffee shop, he cut me off on the sidewalk. I was on the phone with my boss. Oh crap! I need to call my editor. When do we get our phones back?”
“Not for a little while. What about when you saw the guy?” The sergeant attempted to get her train of thought back on track.
