“It’s over.I’m fine,” she assured.
“Right,” he grunted.
“You’re investigating a murder?”Keely asked.
Goddamn it.
“Ma—” he started.
“When did you take the detective’s exam?”she queried.
“Listen—” he tried again.
“Strike that, when did you become a cop at all?”she kept athim.
He went silent but did it looking to Hound and Jagger forsupport.
And found none.
He would discover why immediately.
“Got a brother at your back?”Hound asked.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Hound—”
“Do you?”Hound bit.
“No,” Dutch bit back.
“Are you fucking shitting us?”Jagger demanded.
“Okay, now, let’s just—” Georgie tried.
“Quiet, girl, you’re not in this,” Keely ordered.
Now, wait a fucking minute.
“Do not,” Dutch clipped.
His mother blinked.
Hound got closer to his wife.
Georgie pressed closer to his side.
“This is my home, and this is my woman, Ma.Do not speak toher like that in my home.Or ever.”
“Your woman?”Georgie and Keely both asked at the same time.
“We’re new,” he said to Georgie and looked to his mother.“She’s new.But the point still stands.”
Keely couldn’t argue that and didn’t.
She asked, “How new?”
“We haven’t even been out on a date,” he told her.
