Me: Not sure.
Lieutenant Colson: Follow them.
Me: Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Colson: Keep me updated. And keep your head on a swivel.
A jolt of adrenaline zipped through me as I slipped out the back door. It felt like my own little James Bond moment.
I slid into my truck, turned the engine over, and waited for the taillights of Jagg’s Jeep.
I wasn’t going to screw this up.
Because, after all, my life was also on the line.
27
JAGG
The front door of Frank’s slapped shut as I pulled Sunny into the parking lot. The bugs roared over the heat wafting over my already-boiling skin.
“Jagg. You’re hurting me.” Sunny’s calm voice pulled me from my rage.
I softened my grip on her hand but didn’t let go.
“Where’s your truck?” I sneered.
“Under the oak tree over there.” She nodded to the far side of the building.
“What the hell are you doing parking in the shadows? Don’t you know by now to park under a street light or lamppost? And if there isn’t one, find somewhere else to go.”
Damn this woman’s fearlessness.
The woman wasme.
I heard the front door open and slam shut behind us, and for a moment, I actually wished someone would come up on me. I needed another fist fight to release the truckload of adrenaline flooding my veins. I looked over my shoulder to see a couple beelining to their Can-am Roadster as if they’d seen a ghost. Tourists.
We rounded the building and I stopped cold. Sunny jerked against my hold.
“What?”
“I’m assuming those weren’t there when you got here.”
Her jaw dropped as she followed my gaze to where the moonlight illuminated two long, thin scratches running down the entire length of her 1972 Chevy Cheyenne.
“Ohmy…”her voice faded in a breathless whisper as she jogged to her truck and ran her finger down the scratches. She kneeled down, examining the damage. “I’ve been here literallytenminutes. Who could’ve…why?”
Sunny had not only been publicly bullied, someone had also keyed her truck.
Oh,hell no.
I pulled the gun from my belt and spun around.
“Stop.”Sunny surged to her feet and grabbed my arm with both hands. I literally dragged her through the dirt.
“Jagger,stop.Please.” She dug her heels in, dropping her weight against my pull. “Stop you idiot, macho-male maniac.Stop!”She dropped my arm—more like flung it down. “Donotgo back in there, Jagg. It’s not worth it.”
I stopped, pivoted. “Someonekeyedyour truck.”
