I had just swept the lip-gloss wand across my lower lip when Dylan knocked on my door. “You decent?” she called.
I walked out of the bathroom with a grin. “So decent.”
“Holy crap, you’re up. And dressed...and made up.”
“I woke before my alarm, so I figured I’d take a little time and maybe I’d feel less like I wanted to slitmy wrists.”
“Did it work?”
“Not really,” I admitted.
“Well, I have some good news and some better news.”
“Really?”
Dylan nodded. “Yep. I made a few calls and found out Ms. Long’s jewelry was returned.”
“Returned?” I asked. “By whom? When?”
“Let me finish.” Dylan held her hands up. “Apparently our good friend Brandy just happened to find it.”
“Convenient,” I huffed.
“Seriously. So nowBrandy’s a suspect. We’re going to have to interrogate...I mean interview her. And...I think I know how to find out for sure whether or not she did it. I have an idea.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“You have no idea. I found out that Sergio Ramos is working security at the nursing home tonight.”
I gave her my best blank stare. “Am I supposed to know this Sergio fellow?”
She shook her head. “No,but he and I go way back. I know the way to his heart and believe I can get him to hand over the video footage.”
“Wait, you’re not gonna date him, are you? Because when I tried to do that for a case, it didn’t turn out so well for me.”
“No,” she giggled. “Definitely not necessary.”
“We could try calling the nursing home, tell them we’re investigating the thefts, and ask for the footage,” Ipointed out.
“And then they’d have to call the management, who’d probably make us get a warrant, and we don’t have time for all that mess. This way is much easier...and it will help us bust Brandy quicker.”
The end results did kind of motivate me. “I can’t believe the skanky ho might be behind the thefts.” I cheered, feeling much better. “Is that the good or the better news?”
“That’s the good.The better is we have horses to ride today.”
I clapped my hands. “We do?”
“Yes. Wyatt’s offered up two of his. We can ride whenever we want, and he might have one we can use during Roundup.”
“Oh, really? He’s cute.” I raised an eyebrow. “Does my brother have competition?”
She stared me down. “No, Addie. Never. But Jake sure as hell does.”
“What?” I squeaked.
Dylan gave me a sideways grin.“Wyatt wants to get to know you.”
“Seriously?” I breathed out.
