Rory hadn’t argued and that told her everything she needed to know.
So she came home and did some work, went to bed and fell right to sleep quicker than she had in the past. Guess she was more exhausted than she remembered also.
After a quick cup of coffee and a container of yogurt, she grabbed her briefcase and purse and was out the door.
She was pulling out of her parking spot and realized there was no music playing.
She reached for her purse and forgot her damn phone.
After parking in the spot next to hers, she jumped out and ran back to her place to get it, then returned.
“Gale.”
She turned her head to see a few guys next to the building working on landscaping. “Hey, Rocco.”
“Your car is leaking something.”
“What?” she asked.
“Jared noticed it. He said there’s a spot where you pulled out.”
She walked over and looked down. It looked wet and the first thing that came to her mind was what happened to Rory.
No way someone could do this to her. Not here where she lived and could be caught.
Best to just play dumb. Maybe it wasn’t her car. It’s not like she always parked in the same spot.
“Could it be someone else’s?” she asked. “Do you think?”
Rocco and Jared walked over with her. She squatted down but had no clue what it was.
Rocco bent over and ran his finger through it. “It’s pretty wet.”
“Do you know what it is? I had my AC on, could it be that?”
Stupid in her eyes to say that after yesterday, but they were all grinning at her like she was some dumb woman anyway.
She’d just let it ride with her advantage.
“I don’t know much about cars,” Rocco said, rubbing his fingers together. “It’s kind of slick.”
Jared touched it, then put it to his nose. “Brake fluid. Has a fishy smell to it. Might want to get that checked.”
She didn’t want to pale, or at least have them see it, so she pulled her phone closer to her face and took a picture to send to Ford and Clay.
“I’ll just call one of my brothers to come check it out before I drive away. They’ll be here right away. Thanks so much for noticing it.”
Rocco went to stand, pushing himself up from the ground, his knees popping and his keys dropping that were always clipped to his belt.
She grabbed them quickly to hand back. They were big and bulky covered with keys and tags and other nasty things hanging off she didn’t want to know could be. Dark and brown, aged, and frayed.
She wanted to grab the sanitizer out of her purse after touching them.
“Thanks,” Rocco said. “Guys, let’s get back to work. I’ve got shit to do and don’t need Cindy on my case that the flowers weren’t nice enough this year.”
Gale kept the roll from her eyes. “I thought they were pretty last year,” she told Rocco. “Good job.”
“Nothing I do,” Rocco said.
