Jasper rolled his eyes and pulled up to the guard shack where a man appeared bundled up in a bright green coat and scarf.
“What’s your business?”
“Came to pick up a sick kid,” Jasper lied.
Such a smooth liar, too.
“License?” the guard asked.
Jasper handed it over, then said, “Anyone else going in?”
“I am,” I replied through gritted teeth.
“I’ll need your license, too.”
I didn’t have my driver’s license, just my license to carry, since that was the only one that I carried around with me in my phone—stupidly I’d left my purse in my truck behind—and waited.
“You don’t have your license?” Jasper asked.
“No,” I grumbled.
“I wouldn’t give you access,” Jasper muttered.
“It’s still an ID,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but you don’t hand some school security guard a license to carry ID when…”
The security guard came back out with two fluorescent green badges and said, “The office is right there up front with the awning over it.” He handed the passes to Jasper.
Jasper nodded his thanks and handed me the pass as well as my license.
I shoved it back into my phone case and barely refrained from sticking my tongue out at him.
He would know, though.
He worked with another Truth Teller, Gunner Penn, at his business—Angel Security. Angel Security specialized in making schools safe for students to be in. I knew he was right, but I can’t say that my priority had been getting my license as much as getting to Anders.
Again, for her to call me…
The moment that we got to the entrance, I jumped out and barreled toward the door.
I, of course, got hung up at the damn metal doors for so long that Jasper eventually caught up with me.
I noticed, also, that he’d shed his Truth Tellers MC cut and was only wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. Oh, and those stupid fucking boots that should be ugly but they weren’t.
The door buzzed, and we were let into a vestibule that felt like I was in a prison cell.
“Can I help you?” a robotic voice asked.
I looked toward the Plexiglass window and said, “I’m here to see my little sister, Anders.”
Her eyes swept me up and down, and I could see the disgust in her eyes. The voice matched as she said, “ID?”
After retrieving it once again from my phone case, I gave it to her, sliding it through the small window.
The woman’s gaze flicked toward Jasper, and back to me. “Are you together?”
I shrugged.
