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“In here!” It wasn’t until the bedspread rustled behind him and the bed bounced that he remembered Jackson. Crap.
Ramie raced into the room, cell phone in one hand and some kind of long wrench in the other. “Are you okay?” She stopped short. “Oh, hey.”
“I’m fine, why?” He ignored her acknowledgment of Jackson for now, because he’d never seen her frantic like this before. “What happened?”
“As I was coming home, I saw someone trying to break into your car. I don’t think they know I saw them right away, because they tried to hide, but I parked across the street, grabbed my wrench, and called the police. They took off while I was talking, and the front door wasn’t completely shut, and I got worried.”
It took him a few seconds to absorb all that. “Someone was breaking into my car?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck.”
Wyatt bolted out of the room. While he didn’t have much of value to steal other than the car itself, why would anyone around here want to steal it? Somehow Jackson beat him to the front door and blocked Wyatt from going outside.
“Are you sure you wanna go out there?” Jackson asked. “Maybe you should wait until the law shows up.”
“Whoever did it is probably long gone.”
“Probably, but I need you safe.”
The plea in Jackson’s voice kept Wyatt inside. He stared at his car through the screen door, unable to see it clearly where it was parked by the curb. He didn’t want to have to deal with repairs, especially with all the information under Jared’s name, so hopefully there wasn’t any damage. Although he’d still have to deal with the cops and explain why he was driving a car not registered to him.
Jared was going to be pissed.
Ramie had relaxed a lot by the time a sheriff’s cruiser pulled up next to Wyatt’s car. She hadn’t spoken a word about finding Jackson in Wyatt’s bed, and he adored her for her discretion—although he’d probably get questions later. A short man in uniform climbed out of the car and put his hat on before striding up the driveway to the house.
“I’m Acting County Sheriff Bloomberg,” he said from the porch. “I’m responding to a report of a possible break-in.”
“Right,” Ramie replied. She described what had happened in slightly more detail than she’d given Wyatt, because Wyatt knew where she worked, why she got home so late, and that Wyatt was her roommate, so she knew his car. She simply introduced Jackson as a friend of Wyatt’s. “He ran that way and into the neighbor’s yard.” She pointed.
“Can you give me any sort of physical description?”
“Not really. Average height, I guess. Probably male from the body shape but they were wearing a black ski mask or something. Black clothes. I couldn’t see much of anything.”
“Were they carrying anything? A weapon?”
“Something long and slender, like maybe one of those things locksmiths use to break into a car when you lock your keys in, but I can’t be sure.”
“Anything about the way they ran? A limp or particular way they moved?”
“No, not that I noticed.”
Bloomberg asked Ramie a few more questions before turning his attention to Wyatt, who stood near the couch with Jackson an arm’s reach away, a silent protector. “And you are the owner of the vehicle in question?”
“Actually, no, it belongs to my best friend Jared. He’s letting me borrow it for a while.”
“I’m going to need his contact information.”
“Okay. I can give you that. He, uh, did sign a letter giving me permission to drive the car. We’ve shared it for like two years, so I keep that in the glove box just in case.”
“That’s good to know, thank you.”
He asked a few more random questions, before asking them to stay inside while he inspected the car. Wyatt watched from the door, unsure what was happening or the next step. He should probably call Jared himself with a heads-up but didn’t want to get in trouble if Bloomberg needed to do it first. He really wanted to be able to tell Jared there was no damage to the car. Not that it was an amazing, new-model sports car or anything, but it was Jared’s car.
Bloomberg finally came back inside. “There’s evidence of damage to the trunk area, but I’ll need Mr. Gibson to verify if it was already there or if it’s fresh.”
“Okay. That was the only place?”
