Addison
WE PULLED UP to Trapper Dan’s Pawn and Loan twenty minutes before they closed. “We’re cutting this awfully close,” I complained.
“We’ve got plenty of time,” Jake said. I gathered my file while he walked to my side of the car and opened the door. “Let’s just hope this is the only place we need to investigate. I’ve got plans for us tonight.”
I grinned, climbing out of the car. “As longas it’s a full body massage, I’m good.”
“Absolutely.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me gently. “After I fuck you into submission.”
We headed inside, and I decided I’d let Jake do all the talking (my mind was on everything Jake had promised would come after...which made my nipples and nether regions tingle). A woman in tight jeans, wife beater (her bra showing around the edges...trashy),and her cleavage pushed up almost to her chin approached us, her gaze eye-humping my man as she approached. “Can I help you, handsome?”
Jake pulled out his badge. “Portland Police, ma’am. I’m here with my colleague.” He nodded toward me. “We’re investigating some stolen jewelry, and we have it on good authority several of the items are here.”
She raised an eyebrow. “A detective from Portlandin our little town? Aren’t youwayout of your jurisdiction?”
“This is true, ma’am, however, our investigation has led us here.”
“Hmm-mmm.” She eyed us suspiciously. “Do you have pictures of the missing pieces?”
“I do,” I said quickly and opened my file, pulling out pages.
She shuffled through them and frowned. “I had a feelin’ that lady was shifty.”
“Lady, ma’am?” Jake asked.
“Yeah. A woman’sbeen comin’ in about once a week for a little over a month pawnin’ various things. Danny decided not to put it out on display on accounta him thinkin’ she was off. He’s got a sixth sense about people. He even did some checkin’ with the authorities, but none of this stuff’s on any missing or stolen reports.”
“So, you still have these items?” Jake asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, honey, we got ’em. Comeon back and I’ll give you what we got on her. I’m not givin’ you anything physical without a warrant, like the property you understand, but I’ll give you her name and you can see if what she brought in’s what’s been stolen.”
“We appreciate that, ma’am,” he said, and we walked to the back of the store.
“Bonnie. Might as well call me somethin’ other than ma’am...that shit makes me feel old.”
“Thank you, Bonnie,” I said, forcing down a giggle.
