“Let me make a phone call,” I murmured.
Weaver and Gentry knew who I was calling, so they didn’t say a word.
Cody, however, looked irrationally impatient.
Maybe she knew something I didn’t, but I needed to get Apollo to look into this.
As the phone was ringing, I took a good, long look at Mable.
She looked drunk, but I knew that she wasn’t.
She swayed slightly beside Cody, and I frowned.
“Hey,” I said as I caught her just as she started to tip over. “You okay?”
“I don’t feel well,” she admitted, her face planting in my chest. “The room is spinning.”
Apollo finally picked up on the fourth ring. “What’s up?”
“The bar that we go to. Toot-Toots. Do they have cameras?”
“Yeah,” he answered without having to think about it. “Why?”
He’d tapped into everything he could locally, so it wasn’t a surprise that he knew whether that bar had cameras or not.
“Can you look at the cameras from around eight o’clock tonight and find Mable and me with her friend and see if something was done to her drink?”
The only time that I could think something might’ve happened to her drink was when I had to use the can.
“Sure,” he said. “Give me five.”
I hung up on Apollo and tightened my grip on Mable.
“Oh, this should be good.” Mable swayed on her barstool.
“Put those muscles to use, man,” Cody ordered impatiently. “Before she falls and breaks her face on the bar. I don’t want to give that pissant the luxury of seeing her fall.”
The pissant in question looked smug as fuck as the officers made their way over to him.
I caught her up by one arm and hefted her over my shoulder.
I could’ve done it bridal style, but the place was packed, and it would be way easier to navigate the people with us being less wide.
She giggled as I walked with her out of the bar.
My phone buzzed in my pocket on the way out.
Pulling it out, I glanced at the screen.
Apollo:
Ran a lime across the rim of her drink before he gave it to her.
Eleven
Do you think you can stick raw spaghetti through your nipple piercing and take a hot shower to see if it’ll cook?
—Weaver to Romeo