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Lindsey frowned when he joined us , most likely remembering his earlier treatment of her. “Anyway, the other car sped up. They got right on our bumper. Billy said the lights blinded him.” Her eyes shone with tears. “Then he freaked out a little when they bumped us. He said some words I won’t repeat. But he was stressed, so don’t hold his language against him. The wheel spun in his hands, and we ended up here.”
The dinner I’d eaten churned in my stomach. Why would someone run two teenagers off the road? Or had they meant to target my mother? “You could have been killed.” My voice shook.
Bruce whipped a notepad from his pocket. “Was the driver a man or a woman?”
Lindsey shr ugged. “I don’t know. The person wore a President Clinton mask.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Let me make sure I have this right.” Bruce tapped his pen against the rim of his hat. His mouth twisted as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “You and your boyfriend stole your grandmother’s car then someone with a mask, like a former president’s face, ran you off the road, and you crashed into the diner.”
Lindsey frowned and nodded.
I whipped toward him. “You don’t believe her?” Stealing was a harsh word. Never mind that I’d thought the same thing a few minutes ago. I knew my mother would never press charges against her granddaughter.
Bruce shrugged. “Lindsey’s been in a lot of trouble lately. People are accusing her of being responsible for a lot of things.” He peered over the dark sunglasses he wore. Sunglasses at night? Geez. “She’s been seen wandering the streets after dark. Someone took off with Gloria Simpson’s litter of registered Chihuahuas.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“About what? That she’s been seen wandering the streets or Gloria’s puppies missing?”
I glared at him. “Sounds to me like you’re accusing my daughter. What would she do with a litter of puppies?”
“ I’m not accusing, yet. I’m just saying, well, people talk. A whole litter of pups are missing. They’re worth a couple hundred dollars a piece. Times four that’s—“
“I can do the math.” I crossed my arms and glared. The man was completely incompetent. Now, more than ever, I’d have to actively pursue this case and clear my daughter’s name. “Can we go home now?”
He snorted. “If you can get the car out of the window.”
Mom had already climbed behind the wheel. The roar of the engine rose above the chatter of spectators. She honked the horn, stepped on the gas, and hurled backwards like a racehorse headed the wrong way. She spun the wheel and the car slid into a spin. Her grin rivaled the rising moon’s. “That was fun.”
“Your entire family is a menace.” Bruce slapped his notebook closed, shoved it into his pocket , and spun on his heel. “Don’t leave town.”
Duane stood next to the kids. Once Bruce marched away from me, Duane clapped Billy on the shoulder then made his way to my side. “Everything okay?”
“He doesn’t believe Lindsey is telling the truth about being run off the road.”
“Hmmph.”
“What does that mean?” I crossed my arms. “I’m going to have to go pro-active and find Sharon’s necklace.” I proceeded to rattle off the facts and thoughts that circulated through my brain the last few days.
Duane frowned. “I don’t think you should get involved. If you’re right, things are escalating . I’ll talk to Bruce if you want, and ask him to lay off Lindsey.”
“Why do men always say that? Things are too dangerous, you’re a girl, blah blah blah.” I glared at him. “Why don’t you help me? Lindsey is your niece after all.”
“Okay, but football practice starts tomorrow.” He slung an arm around my shoulder. “Do you want to walk back to your house or ride with your mother?”
Exhaustion weighted my shoulders beneath Duane’s arm. Had it really only been Wednesday since Sharon accused Lindsey of taking her necklace? I sighed.
Lindsey frowned when he joined us , most likely remembering his earlier treatment of her. “Anyway, the other car sped up. They got right on our bumper. Billy said the lights blinded him.” Her eyes shone with tears. “Then he freaked out a little when they bumped us. He said some words I won’t repeat. But he was stressed, so don’t hold his language against him. The wheel spun in his hands, and we ended up here.”
The dinner I’d eaten churned in my stomach. Why would someone run two teenagers off the road? Or had they meant to target my mother? “You could have been killed.” My voice shook.
Bruce whipped a notepad from his pocket. “Was the driver a man or a woman?”
Lindsey shr ugged. “I don’t know. The person wore a President Clinton mask.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Let me make sure I have this right.” Bruce tapped his pen against the rim of his hat. His mouth twisted as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “You and your boyfriend stole your grandmother’s car then someone with a mask, like a former president’s face, ran you off the road, and you crashed into the diner.”
Lindsey frowned and nodded.
I whipped toward him. “You don’t believe her?” Stealing was a harsh word. Never mind that I’d thought the same thing a few minutes ago. I knew my mother would never press charges against her granddaughter.
Bruce shrugged. “Lindsey’s been in a lot of trouble lately. People are accusing her of being responsible for a lot of things.” He peered over the dark sunglasses he wore. Sunglasses at night? Geez. “She’s been seen wandering the streets after dark. Someone took off with Gloria Simpson’s litter of registered Chihuahuas.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“About what? That she’s been seen wandering the streets or Gloria’s puppies missing?”
I glared at him. “Sounds to me like you’re accusing my daughter. What would she do with a litter of puppies?”
“ I’m not accusing, yet. I’m just saying, well, people talk. A whole litter of pups are missing. They’re worth a couple hundred dollars a piece. Times four that’s—“
“I can do the math.” I crossed my arms and glared. The man was completely incompetent. Now, more than ever, I’d have to actively pursue this case and clear my daughter’s name. “Can we go home now?”
He snorted. “If you can get the car out of the window.”
Mom had already climbed behind the wheel. The roar of the engine rose above the chatter of spectators. She honked the horn, stepped on the gas, and hurled backwards like a racehorse headed the wrong way. She spun the wheel and the car slid into a spin. Her grin rivaled the rising moon’s. “That was fun.”
“Your entire family is a menace.” Bruce slapped his notebook closed, shoved it into his pocket , and spun on his heel. “Don’t leave town.”
Duane stood next to the kids. Once Bruce marched away from me, Duane clapped Billy on the shoulder then made his way to my side. “Everything okay?”
“He doesn’t believe Lindsey is telling the truth about being run off the road.”
“Hmmph.”
“What does that mean?” I crossed my arms. “I’m going to have to go pro-active and find Sharon’s necklace.” I proceeded to rattle off the facts and thoughts that circulated through my brain the last few days.
Duane frowned. “I don’t think you should get involved. If you’re right, things are escalating . I’ll talk to Bruce if you want, and ask him to lay off Lindsey.”
“Why do men always say that? Things are too dangerous, you’re a girl, blah blah blah.” I glared at him. “Why don’t you help me? Lindsey is your niece after all.”
“Okay, but football practice starts tomorrow.” He slung an arm around my shoulder. “Do you want to walk back to your house or ride with your mother?”
Exhaustion weighted my shoulders beneath Duane’s arm. Had it really only been Wednesday since Sharon accused Lindsey of taking her necklace? I sighed.
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