“Must be the friend.”
Ah, the friend. Twenty-four-year old, Mackenzie Sutton, born and raised in Texas where she lived with her dad and her brother. Bogs learned a few things about the beautiful Ms. Sutton when Trent called for the intel. She was a graduate of University of Dallas in business. She moved to Houston eight months ago, for a job with a hybrid communications company. She was a Network Analyst working with another woman in a downtown office complex. On paper, she was perfect. No debt, paid her rent on time, and no criminal past.
The most interesting fact Bogs had uncovered was her driver’s license. Nothing out of the ordinary except for her photo. He’d never seen someone take a license picture that looked more like a model’s headshot. She was gorgeous--sea foam eyes, soft features, high cheekbones, and pouty lips surrounded by massive golden wavy locks. On a scale of one to ten, Mackenzie Sutton was a twelve.
“Earth to asshole.” His brother’s voice snapped him out of his daydream and back to reality, casting the thought of the pretty friend out of his mind.Well, not completely out.
He looked over at Stone and laughed. The smirk on his brother’s face said it all. “What?”
Stone raised an eyebrow. “Got a hard on for spy girl?”
Bogs had no shame in admitting it. He shrugged. “Spy girl is fucking hot, brother. Even a pussy whipped, married motherfucker such as yourself has gotta see it.”
Stone glanced up at the window then back to his phone in his lap. A small shoulder twitch was meant to shrug it off. Bogs took the opportunity. “Oh, man, weather girl’s gonna slice your balls off when I tell her.”
“Fuck you. Tell her what? You’re the one with stiff dick, not me. Trust me, ain’t no woman alive holds a candle to Sadie.” Stone shook his head. “Not even your spy girl.”
It was true. Since Stone had met Sadie, he was done. He had never seen a man fall so hard and fast for a woman, especially a man like his brother.
Bogs turned back to the window, snickering. It was expected for him to give his brothers shit when it came to their women.Possessive pricks. Not one to miss an opportunity, Bogs took his shot.
“Yeah, you’re right. Sadie Stone, sister or no sister, girl’s a hot piece of…” He purposely paused. Nothing got a rise out of Stone more than another man talking about his wife.
“Finish that sentence and you’ll have a permanent impression of my fist on your fucking face.”
Bogs burst out laughing. Stone was too easy to mess with. He had an ounce more patience than his brother, T. When it came to T’s wife, Bogs made sure he was across the room when he made his comments about Cassie.
“Too fucking easy, man.” Bogs gazed up at the figure standing slightly off center from the window.I can see you, spy girl.
“You think she realizes we can see her?”
“Probably not.”
Bogs stared up at the window. In order to execute a perfectspy move, the lights from the room would need to be turned off. If he had to guess, he was sure she had no clue she was giving him the perfect view of the curve of her breasts in the profile view.
The ringing of Stone’s phone had Bogs turning back to his brother.
“Yeah.” There was a small pause before he answered. “About two hours. They’ve been holed up all night. Don’t think they’re leaving, at least not tonight. We’ll give it another hour before wrapping it up.”
It was Trent. Lock-Hart was a bond company owned and operated by associates of theirs. Trent and Declan had bought the business from them last year. They were doing well. Aside from Stone and T, they were the best bounty hunters in the area. It made sense since they had all worked together for years.
“Gotcha. Later.” Stone ended the call and shifted in his seat.
“What’s he got?” Bogs asked.
“She bailed, cleaned out her apartment and bank account. He’s thinking either she’s on the run completely or...” Stone glanced up at the building.
“Or?”
Stone turned with a grimace. “Gonna try to come up with the bond money herself and find her ex.”
Bogs snorted. ThesheStone was referring to was Taylor Dennis. She cosigned the bond for her boyfriend who never showed up, leaving her responsible to pay it. All the research he’d done it was clear--she didn’t have the funds to pay it off.
“She’ll never catch him. Hell, this asshole is giving us a run with no leads. What makes her think she can get him?” Between Lock-Hart and Garrison securities, it should have been an easy capture. It wasn’t. They had underestimated the jumper, Drew Carson. He obviously had friends in high placeskeeping him undercover. With all their connections, if they couldn’t get him, there was no way she would.
Stone chuckled. “According to Trent? Bitch is bat shit crazy. A little psychotic moron were his exact words. Never known anyone to get a rise outta Trent the way this girl has. It’s fucking hilarious.”
Bogs smiled. Of all of them, Trent was the most controlled. Even in the most dangerous of situations, he never lost his cool or showed his anger.
