“Did they take any meat off the moose?”
“Nope.” Major sounded disgusted. “Just shot them and left ’em.”
What douchebags.
That meat could’ve fed the entire damn county.
“Which sight is the freshest?” I asked as I got inside the truck and started it up.
The phone automatically connected to Bluetooth, and Major’s reply came over the speaker as he said, “The one in Bear Pass.”
No wonder he’d assigned me to the case. It was in my backyard.
“I’ll head out there once I’ve dropped my passenger off.”
Major grunted out a ‘let me know how it goes’ and hung up.
It was as we were passing the man still asleep in the car that I said, “You know him?”
Birdee looked at where I’d jerked my chin and her face went wired, her entire body tensing like a bowstring pulled back to maximum capacity.
“Who is it?” I asked.
She drew in a deep breath. “That is—was—my stepfather.”
My brows rose. “Why’s your stepfather sleeping in his car in your neighborhood?”
As I asked this, I hit Gentry’s contact on the screen.
I didn’t go any farther than the end of the street before backing into Boone’s—the other member of the Dixie Wardens MC—driveway.
I saw his window blinds twitch—the paranoid bastard—and his front door open seconds later.
“Do you have any idea what time of the morning it is?” Gentry grumbled, sounding grumpy and tired.
“Nearing eight o’clock, which is a pretty normal time for the majority of the United States population,” I pointed out. “I need you to do some drive-bys on Birdee’s neighborhood again. Got a situation.”
“What?” he asked, sounding much more alert now. “Is it the fuckin’ Hubers again? If it is, I don’t have enough patience to deal with them again.”
“Not them,” I said. “Birdee’s stepfather is currently sleeping in a car outside of Hux’s house. I want you to come get him out of here and warn him to stay away.”
He sighed. “That’s something any officer can do,” he pointed out, not coming right out and saying it doesn’t require me to do it because it’s not going to be anything illegal.
Let’s just say that though Gentry was a sheriff’s department deputy, he wasn’t altogether an upstanding kind of guy.
He did have a point, though.
“Can you call them and get them out here fast before he decides that he has somewhere else to be?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said. “But then I’m going back to bed, so don’t call me back until around noon. I’ll get an update for you when I’m done waking up.”
My lips quirked. “Sounds good.”
When I hung up, I turned to look at Birdee just as Huxley made it to the passenger window.
In his underwear.
I rolled it down and said, “You couldn’t have put some pants on.”
