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“You okay?” he asked.
I felt my stomach pitch. He wasn’t talking about me screaming.
By the look of him, I was assuming something happened to someone I loved. Seeing as I was a cop’s daughter, this moment was always in the back of my mind. For me, especially coming from Eddie, it could be anyone—Lee, Dad, Malcolm, Hank or dozens of other guys who were friends of mine or Dad’s.
I opened my mouth to answer and I heard then saw the Ducati. It stopped in front of the store. Lee pushed down the stand and swung his leg off. He came inside.
His mouth was tight, his eyes were blank, his expression was grim.
He looked at me then at Eddie then back to me.
“You okay?” he asked.
“What the fuck is going on!” I shouted.
“She needs caffeine,” Tex shared, handing me my latte.
Lee came closer to me. Both he and Eddie were less than a foot away, crowding me in. Tex was still beside me and Duke had wandered over, feeling the vibe, and was standing close behind me.
Bad news was coming.
“Cherry Blackwell’s car exploded this morning,” Lee said.
I stared at him.
What the fuck?
“Jeez-us. She the loopy-loo you scrapped with last night?” Tex asked me.
I ignored Tex and said, “Please tell me she wasn’t in it.”
“She wasn’t in it,” Lee replied.
I let out a breath and then took a sip of latte. Even in that tense situation, I noticed that the latte was divine.
“What happened?” I asked.
Eddie answered, “We don’t know. Car’s still too hot to get near it. They’re guessin’ she was four, five feet away when it went. She got hit with flying debris and she was burned by the fireball. She’s at Swedish Medical Center.”
“Is she okay?” I asked.
“No update yet,” Eddie said.
Jeez, I didn’t like Cherry. In fact I hated her, but I also didn’t like the idea of her getting hit with flying debris from a car explosion. The only person I’d want that to happen to was Osama bin Laden but I would prefer for him to beinthe car.
I looked at Lee and he was still looking grim. I realized that they may have parted badly, but she had still been his girlfriend. Twice. I slipped my hand in his.
“Areyouokay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, looking at me funny.
“She doesn’t understand,” Eddie muttered.
“Understand what?” I asked.
Then it hit me. Last night, I was rolling around in fried rice with Cherry, today she’d almost been blown up.
I looked at Eddie. “I have an alibi. Actually, I have two! And I don’t know anything about explosives.”
