Followed by the plant next to the door.
All in all, he found three bugs, a USB in the back of the computer, and a few other things that I had no clue what they were.
Just as Jasper found the last one, Webber walked through the door looking furious.
“Gonna take more than a sweep of this device to check out the shop,” Jasper grumbled. “You’re going to have to treat this place as hot until we can go over it all.”
“Great.” Webber groaned. “At least it’s Christmas, and I won’t be here for a few days. I can get a few of the prospects to go over it with a fine-tooth comb.”
“Then go over it yourself, because the prospects are unreliable,” I murmured mostly to myself.
Jasper shot me a look that I couldn’t read, but didn’t comment on my statement.
I didn’t dislike the prospects, but I didn’t really like them, either.
They were always so fast to follow directions and orders.
It rubbed me the wrong way.
It also spoke of desperation bordering on infatuation.
That just didn’t compute with me.
Then again, blind dedication to the job never sat well with me, either.
It was always good to question everything.
At least in my honest opinion.
“All right,” Jasper said. “Y’all, I have to get her truck out of here and then I’ll stop by and see Max.”
“Doc is on his way there now. He said he’d go with you.”
I muttered more somethings under my breath, wondering if I was getting a watch dog now.
I liked Doc.
He was great to my sister and his children. Great to my siblings.
But we’d never been close, and probably never would be.
We had a healthy amount of respect for each other, and that was probably how it always would be.
Jasper hung up and headed out to the shop, and I assumed I was supposed to follow.
Jasper dumped all the gas he got into the tank, then started the truck up.
It sputtered a few times, but ultimately stayed running.
“Go fill it up,” he suggested. “Drive carefully. Stay close to town if you need one of us.” He paused. “Also, order one of those gas cap locks. That way she can’t try to do it again.”
I knew a dismissal when I heard one.
“Thank you, Jasper,” I said as I gathered the cookies, leaving the box we’d eaten out of for him to snack on by himself.
Jasper only grunted a “you’re welcome” and crossed his arms over his chest.
I drove out of the shop once he opened the large bay doors, and forced myself not to look back.
