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He grinned and hitched his jeans up. “Make sure you go in and file a report. The men don’t have enough to do.”
I snickered as I put my clothes back on. My muscles were starting to protest, and I stretched a little, gleeful when Jack’s eyes got that look again that meant good things were coming.
“You’re very inventive,” I said. “I’m going to be expecting something new and exciting from here on out.”
“Or maybe just regular sex would be okay too,” Jack said, helping me stand. “I’m not sure we’ve gotten to the point in our relationship where things have gotten old. I don’t usually break out the trapezes until the fourth or fifth time.”
I caught my balance on the kitchen island and Jack started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You look thoroughly—” his eyes skimmed over me from head to toe— “debauched, Doctor Graves.”
“Humility is a virtue, Sheriff Lawson.”
“So is chastity, but I don’t think you want to go there.”
“Good point.” I glanced at the clock and winced at the time. “We need to get back if you’re going to be there in time for the briefing.”
“So much for afterglow,” Jack said.
“I’ll afterglow the hell out of you later if you’ll feed me. I worked up an appetite.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Doctor Graves.”
I should’ve seen it coming by the competitive gleam Jack got in his eyes. Before I knew what was happening, he’d tossed me over his shoulder and we were out at the car. I banged my head against his back as the traffic on Catherine of Aragon came to a grinding halt and people stared. It’s not like they didn’t have enough to talk about where I was concerned.
Chapter Twenty
An hour later, Jack and I were freshly showered and back in his office. Colburn showed up a few minutes later, and then Lewis and Martinez dragged in shortly after that. None of them looked like they’d had any sleep. Agent Carver came in behind them, a computer bag slung over his shoulder.
“I’ve got the will,” Carver said first thing. “I know you’ve been waiting on it. You would’ve had to go through too much red tape.”
Jack nodded and said, “It’s why I let you be my friend. Sometimes you come in handy.”
“My wife says the same thing,” Carver said. “I’m not sure the will is going to tell you anything you want to hear though.”
Carver handed a thick envelope over to Jack, and Jack slipped his finger under the envelope flap to open it and pull out the folded papers inside. I waited as he read through it quickly.
“He never got the will changed after his wife’s death. All property or belongings are left to her. They had no children, so in the event that something happened to both of them, everything would go to his parents. Garage included. It was paid for, free and clear, so they could sell it for a nice profit. But other than that, there was nothing worth killing him over.”
“What did you find about his finances?” Carver asked.
“Solid,” Jack answered. “Nothing that suggests questionable activity. He got a hefty deposit in his account last month, but it was Fiona’s life insurance policy kicking in. All I know is that he made a hell of a lot more as a mechanic than anyone in this room.”
“So what do we know?” I asked.
“We know that there’s something going on with that garage,” Jack said. “We know George was, or is, involved with the Aryan Nation. We know George is dead.”
“That’s kind of depressing when you put it that way,” Martinez piped in.
“I checked on the warrant for the membership list,” Colburn said. “We’ve hit a roadblock there.”
Colburn always reminded me a little of an old west gunslinger. His movements were always a little slow and lazy, but he had sharp eyes, and he could move fast when he needed to.
Jack sighed and said, “I figured we would. Nothing can ever be easy.”
“What’s the problem?” I asked. “The judge already signed off on the warrant.”
