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“Shit,” the young cyber geek cursed. “Kansas, where is Kali?”
That stopped me short.
No greeting.
No, Mr. Kansas.
Just straight to the point.
Sitting up, I looked at everyone in the room.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“Vivi said she was taking her to the Farmer’s Market. Why?”
“Fuck,” the kid growled, as the sounds of keys clicking on a keyboard sounded through the phone. “Pippen, bring up a city map of Lawton!”
“Fuck the city map, Sypher. He needs to get to her now!”
“Pippen? The club’s Prospect?” I heard Montana growl at Payne, who nodded.
“What is going on?!” I shouted, slapping my hand on my desk. Getting to my feet, I snapped my finger at Pence to go get the others. My V.P. rushed from the room as Sypher replied, “We know who the killer is!”
Twenty-Eight
Kali
“Vivi, I’m fine,” I said for the hundredth time since she picked me up. I didn’t want to go thrift shopping or to the Farmer’s Market, but Vivi insisted. While I appreciated her concern, I just wanted to be left alone.
“Come on, Kali. You’ve been cooped up in the house for a week now. Some fresh air will do you some good.”
“I get that, but the Farmer’s Market? Why not a walk in Medicine Park?”
Vivi stopped and looked directly at me. “You really want to go hiking in ninety-seven-degree heat?”
I shivered.
Hell no. I wanted to go home where the air conditioner worked so I could continue my grieving, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “Fine. Let’s go.”
Like before, the Farmer’s Market was full of goodies. While I didn’t really need anything, I made a few purchases. Perusing the booths, I smiled as I spotted Hope and her brother Shadow.
Walking over to them, I smiled. “Hi, Hope.”
“Good afternoon, Kali. What brings you by today?”
“Vivi wanted to shop.”
“You okay, Kali? You look as if you’ve been crying.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Got some bad news the other day. I’ll be fine.”
Hope reached across the table and took my hand. “If there is anything I can do, please let me know.”
“Thank you.”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Stone,” a familiar male voice said. Turning, I grinned at the smiling man. “Detective Conroy. How are you today?”
“Good, and how is that husband of yours?” the good detective asked, looking around. “Is Kansas with you?”
