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“And I’ll just sit here worrying,” she said. “It’s not like I’m going back to sleep. You might need your lawyer with you.”
“I doubt that,” he said. “But I’m not sure I can tell you no. Well, I can, but you aren’t listening. So hurry up. You’ve got five minutes or I’m leaving without you.”
She ran to the bathroom first and then into the closet to get a pair of jeans and a shirt. Extra clothes she’d been leaving here.
The way he was snapping his fingers and telling her to hurry added another thing to the list she found annoying.
Perfect? Nope, he wasn’t. But he was still hers.
21
THOUGHT WE WERE GOOD
“Have you ever had this happen before?” Mia asked him when they were driving to his store in Latham.
“No,” he said.
“The police didn’t say anything else?” she asked.
He turned to look at her. “No.”
“Normally you have more to say, but I’ll be quiet.”
Cal felt bad, but he didn’t have anything to add, not with his brain running a mile a minute.
This had never happened before, but he always knew it could.
It could have been a false alarm, but he was positive it wasn’t. They would have said so and didn’t. They said he’d been broken into. That meant someone entered his place of employment.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m just thinking. There isn’t much money there. Just the cash to start the day. Not as many pay in cash anymore. The manager closed tonight, which means he would have dropped the money at the night box at the bank. We don’t like keeping it on the premises during certain times of the year when it could be high.”
This time of year sales were five to ten times more than any other time. And though most paid with credit cards, there was still cash.
“That’s good,” she said. “But you’ve got a lot of product that someone could steal,” she said.
“Exactly. I’ve got cameras too so I’ll know.”
They pulled up shortly after and saw two police cars there, their lights flashing.
Cal parked his truck fast and got out; she followed.
When she ran to keep up with him, she noticed that he was going toward the back entrance and not the front.
“Cal Perkins,” he said to the officer outside the door. “This is my place.”
The officer moved away. “It’s a mess in here.”
Mia’s hand flew to her mouth when she walked in. He felt like he wanted to put his fist through the wall. The backroom looked as if someone threw a party. There were boxes tipped over and bottles broken everywhere. As if people were throwing them against a wall.
“What does the store look like?” she asked.
“The store is fine,” the officer said. “I’m not sure why that is though.”
“Because the alarm trips with the police first,” Cal said. “It’s silent. Then one minute later, it’s loud and they know they’ve been caught.”
“Smart,” the officer said.
“Why do you do it that way?” she asked.
