“Well, let’s go,” he said as he carefully stood up.
Bree rolled her eyes. Could he be any more bossy? She led the way out of the front of her house.
A sheriff deputy’s car pulled into the drive as they went down the porch steps, a Haven Springs police car close behind. A uniformed officer got out of each car. She fell in county jurisdiction, so why did Haven Springs PD send a car?
“What are you doing here?” Jase demanded.
Bree looked askance at Jase, who stared at the Haven Springs officer rounding the hood of his car.Who talks to a cop that way?
“The very address you asked me to look up not thirty minutes ago goes over the net for a B and E and you don’t think I’m going to show?” the Haven Springs officer asked as he joined them on the walkway.
“It wasn’t me, jackass. I got here after she called the cops.”
“Is that true, ma’am?” The Sheriff’s deputy joined them.
“Yes,” Bree replied.
“Why are you limping?” the cop asked.
“I ran into something,” Jase said.
“What was that?”
“My fist, for scaring the crap out of me,” Bree said.
The cop threw his head back and laughed. The deputy coughed into his hand.
“Not funny, man,” Jase grumbled.
Bree finally noticed the similarities between the cop and Jase – same height and build, similar facial features but with some slight differences. “Are you two related?”
“Jason here is my baby brother. I’m Tim.”
Bree took his outstretched hand. “Bree. Do you always give out women’s addresses to anyone who asks?”
“Uh, no?”
“Are you asking me if you do it all the time, or telling me you don’t?”
“Telling you I don’t do it all the time?”
“You’re still answering in the form of a question. Do I look like Alex Trebec?”
“You gave out someone’s personal information?” the deputy asked.
Jase looked down at Bree. “You know I could have found you on the internet, right?”
“You know that’s not the point, right?”
Jase winked at her. Her eyes rolled again. If she kept doing that, she was going to get a headache.
The deputy stepped forward, hand outstretched. “Ma’am, I’m Deputy Grant. Is it alright if I take a look around your house?” Jeez, he was young looking. Was he even old enough to be a cop? He was probably fresh out of the academy. It was just a break-in; it wasn’t like he was investigating a murder.
“Go for it. Door’s open,” she said. “Shit, I need to call a locksmith.” She pulled out her phone and opened her internet search app.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Tim asked.
Deputy Grant raised a hand. “No, I got it.”
