Thursday.
She knew it like she knew her own name.
“Yeah, well,” she said into his back, struggling not to cry, “You can’t just sit around all the time playing pool. You’ll get flabby, and then I won’t want you anyway.”
He put a hand on her clasped ones in front of him and said, “I will be coming back, lass.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She lost it. The tears were in free fall.
Fucking asshole! Why did he have to say that?
Her phone rang with Daphne’s ringtone, and she left him to pick it up. “Hey, baby,” she said.
“He’s dead! The police are here! They say he’s dead!”
“Don’t move. I’m on my way, baby. I’ll be right there.”
“He’s dead!” Daphne screamed.
She dressed with the phone to her ear, listening to Daphne wail and cry and tell the cops to fuck off, that she wasn’t talking to them, that she needed Cyn.
“Call Larry!” Cyn shouted at Hank. “Call him and tell him to get his ass over to Daphne’s, right now!”
To Daphne, she said, “Tell the cops your lawyer is on the way, and to back off!” Daphne sounded like she took great pleasure in relaying that message to the police and getting them out of her apartment.
“I’m dressed, baby, and on my bike. I’ll be there in five. Hang up, baby. I’m on my way,” Cyn said.
“Please!” Daphne begged.
“I’m coming,” Cyn told her. Then she broke the connection, put her helmet on, and thundered out of her drive, reaching sixty by the first bend.
In less than five minutes, she was pulling up to the downtown store where Daphne rented an apartment upstairs. Cops were everywhere, and she spotted at least two detectives. One of the officers tried to stop her from going up.
“You going to arrest me?”
“Well, I’m—”
“Not doing shit!” she told him, and she took the stairs two at a time. Her phone rang as she entered the apartment. It was Larry.
“Where are you, Larry?”
“As it happens, close by, actually. I’m on the freeway heading back. Did he die in the apartment?”
“No, somewhere else, but there are a lot of cops downstairs looking to search this place and interrogate Daphne.”
“Neither of which is going to happen. How is Daphne feeling about me coming over? I was on the tribunal last night. She may not want my help.”
“Daphne?”
“Yes?”
“Larry wants to help. He’s going to keep the cops out of here and help you with the questions. Is that alright? Will you let him help?”
She put a knuckle between her teeth, and then nodded. “I don’t have anyone else.” She sounded defeated.
“I heard her,” Larry said, “and I understand. I'll help her find someone else after I handle this first mess. Tell her that. Also, I’m off the freeway and coming up the main road now. Be there in three,” he said, and he broke the connection.
Cyn pocketed her cellphone and went over to Daphne, who looked at her like a wounded child. Daphne asked, “Wasn’t breaking him enough? Did he have to kill him too?”
Cyn looked at her in shock. She means Hank! Oh shit, she’s thinks Hank did this!
Read on for a sneak peek at the sizzling sequel, Tempered Steel
CHAPTER ONE
Cynthia was waiting on the stairs of Daphne’s apartment for Larry to show up. She wanted to tell him that Daphne didn’t want the police inside the house. Derrick had done a lot of crystal the night before and she had no idea what had been left out. There was no time to really clean.
“Doesn’t look good, having your friend lawyer up like this,” said one of the detectives. “Looks—”
“Looks fucking great,” Cyn told him, cutting him off. “Let me ask you something: Have you ever see anyone’s case improve by talking to the detectives without a lawyer present? No, you haven’t. Not one. That’s why they always stop those reality TV shows when the
She knew it like she knew her own name.
“Yeah, well,” she said into his back, struggling not to cry, “You can’t just sit around all the time playing pool. You’ll get flabby, and then I won’t want you anyway.”
He put a hand on her clasped ones in front of him and said, “I will be coming back, lass.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She lost it. The tears were in free fall.
Fucking asshole! Why did he have to say that?
Her phone rang with Daphne’s ringtone, and she left him to pick it up. “Hey, baby,” she said.
“He’s dead! The police are here! They say he’s dead!”
“Don’t move. I’m on my way, baby. I’ll be right there.”
“He’s dead!” Daphne screamed.
She dressed with the phone to her ear, listening to Daphne wail and cry and tell the cops to fuck off, that she wasn’t talking to them, that she needed Cyn.
“Call Larry!” Cyn shouted at Hank. “Call him and tell him to get his ass over to Daphne’s, right now!”
To Daphne, she said, “Tell the cops your lawyer is on the way, and to back off!” Daphne sounded like she took great pleasure in relaying that message to the police and getting them out of her apartment.
“I’m dressed, baby, and on my bike. I’ll be there in five. Hang up, baby. I’m on my way,” Cyn said.
“Please!” Daphne begged.
“I’m coming,” Cyn told her. Then she broke the connection, put her helmet on, and thundered out of her drive, reaching sixty by the first bend.
In less than five minutes, she was pulling up to the downtown store where Daphne rented an apartment upstairs. Cops were everywhere, and she spotted at least two detectives. One of the officers tried to stop her from going up.
“You going to arrest me?”
“Well, I’m—”
“Not doing shit!” she told him, and she took the stairs two at a time. Her phone rang as she entered the apartment. It was Larry.
“Where are you, Larry?”
“As it happens, close by, actually. I’m on the freeway heading back. Did he die in the apartment?”
“No, somewhere else, but there are a lot of cops downstairs looking to search this place and interrogate Daphne.”
“Neither of which is going to happen. How is Daphne feeling about me coming over? I was on the tribunal last night. She may not want my help.”
“Daphne?”
“Yes?”
“Larry wants to help. He’s going to keep the cops out of here and help you with the questions. Is that alright? Will you let him help?”
She put a knuckle between her teeth, and then nodded. “I don’t have anyone else.” She sounded defeated.
“I heard her,” Larry said, “and I understand. I'll help her find someone else after I handle this first mess. Tell her that. Also, I’m off the freeway and coming up the main road now. Be there in three,” he said, and he broke the connection.
Cyn pocketed her cellphone and went over to Daphne, who looked at her like a wounded child. Daphne asked, “Wasn’t breaking him enough? Did he have to kill him too?”
Cyn looked at her in shock. She means Hank! Oh shit, she’s thinks Hank did this!
Read on for a sneak peek at the sizzling sequel, Tempered Steel
CHAPTER ONE
Cynthia was waiting on the stairs of Daphne’s apartment for Larry to show up. She wanted to tell him that Daphne didn’t want the police inside the house. Derrick had done a lot of crystal the night before and she had no idea what had been left out. There was no time to really clean.
“Doesn’t look good, having your friend lawyer up like this,” said one of the detectives. “Looks—”
“Looks fucking great,” Cyn told him, cutting him off. “Let me ask you something: Have you ever see anyone’s case improve by talking to the detectives without a lawyer present? No, you haven’t. Not one. That’s why they always stop those reality TV shows when the
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