Playboy here was so high that he didn’t even put the connection together that the “dime” he saw was Alessa. She rules all the criminals, so everyone usually knows who she is.
“Will you sign that you gave me the tip on the foster house?”
“Yeah, man. I get paid, right?” His eyes light up, knowing I’m going to pay him for his next hit.
“Yeah,” I sigh, “I thought you were done with the shit?”
“What shit? I’m clean, man,” he says defensively.
“Your eyes say otherwise,” Jay throws in, not even looking over at him.
“This tip pays off; I’ll find you.”
He signs the informant statement, grins, and jogs off. I can fill in everything later to turn in to my boss.
“Looks like we are going on a raid tonight,” I say with a grin.
Chapter 28
Gage
“We are going where?” Leo asks from the backseat. Les looks over at me with a grin.
“To get pedicures,” I answer with a shrug. Our girl wants to get her nails and toes done, so that’s where I’m going to take her.
“Why are we,” he motions between him and me like I don’t know who he’s talking about, “getting pedicures?”
“Because it feels amazing,” Les answers, pushing her sunglasses up on her head and turning in the seat to look at him.
Leo gives her a doubtful look. “I’ll pass.”
She shrugs, turning back around and covering her eyes again. “Suit yourself.” I squeeze her thigh where my hand has been sitting since we got in the car.
I’m still replaying what happened with Leo in his room then watching her squirt for Holden last night, and can’t get the images out of my head. It was hot as fuck.
“I met with Zane today,” she says, staring out her window.
I jerk my head toward her before looking back at the road. “Why?”
“I gave him the tip on the foster house because we can’t be near a bunch of kids going missing.”
“You went alone?” I don’t know why that crawls under my skin, but I hate when he comes sniffing around her. Plus, she has a fucking stalker.
“Yes,” she answers, finally looking at me, “I can take care of myself.”
“Wait. Who’s Zane?” Leo asks, confused.
I look at Les and raise my eyebrow; no way am I telling him. “He was a friend of the family,” she lies, and I snort before I can stop myself.
“He’s a detective that Les used to fuck,” I tell Leo, looking at him in the rearview mirror. I see his eyebrows drop down in a frown.
“Seven years ago,” Les adds, shooting daggers at my head; I can feel them even through her sunglasses.
“You used to fuck a cop?” Leo sits up between the seats, putting his arms on the console.
“He wasn’t a cop then. Can we drop this? It’s ancient history.”
“Then why did you go alone?” I wonder.
