He scowled at me. “I was just looking at it.”
“Then use your fucking eyes, not your damn hands, asshole.”
“What exactly are we looking for?” Warrant asked.
Glitch immediately went over to Rae’s office and got on her computer. He pulled out some kind of gadget, which he plugged in and it started flashing letters and numbers on the password box on the lock screen.
“Anything talking about a recent overdose autopsy she did,” I told him.
“You’re thinking Iron Circle?” Glitch asked, looking over his shoulder at me.
I nodded. “She thought it was interesting, and unique, enough to mention it before she remembered she shouldn’t be telling me. And the fact that it’s an ongoing investigation probably means not a regular overdose. Plus, if it were a local we’d have heard by now, the townsfolk would be talking about it. So…maybe.”
It was Warrant’s turn to scowl. “So why the hell couldn’t I just break into Owen’s office?”
“This is easier,” I told him. “You’d have to bypass a lot of deputies to get into his office and they know better than to let you in.”
“And she didn’t send him the report online. She must have hand delivered it,” Glitch added.
“So you’re here to do the computer shit,” Warrant told Glitch. “You’re here to read the medical shit on the report.” He motioned to me. “I’m here as the muscle in case you need back up.” He smirked at Jury. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Jury looked offended. “Hey, I’m here as muscle, too.”
Warrant scoffed. “You just had nothing better to do. Fucking muscle my ass…”
Jury flipped him off then shoved the sleeve of his t-shirt a bit higher and flexed. He grinned at his bulging bicep, then gave Warrant an eat-shit-and-die look.
“Impressive,” Warrant said in a dry tone.
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.
Glitch’s little happy sound he made—which I was sure he didn’t realize he made—whenever his work on the computer gave him something alerted me that he found what he wanted. “Gotcha.”
I leaned over his shoulder, ignoring the glare he shot my way as he quickly scanned through the files on Rae’s computer. That guilt was eating away at me again. But if I asked her if we could see her report, she’d probably say no. She had no allegiance to us at this point and she was a trustworthy, honest woman. She’d tell me no and probably alert Owen. Then we’d have to work around him and his deputies from here on out. This was the best way to do things. Less bad way?
“Here it is.”
“Good,” I said, shoving Glitch’s shoulder. “Out of the way so I can read through it.”
He grumbled as he got out of the chair and let me sit down. I scanned over the report. Rae was efficient and eloquent. It was clear she was damn good at her job, too.
“What’s it say?” Jury asked, tossing a little figurine of an opossum from hand to hand.
“Put it back,” I snarled at him.
He rolled his eyes and set it back down on the shelf he’d gotten it from. “You’re so damn cranky tonight.”
“Every night,” Warrant said, biting into a green apple.
“Where the hell did you pull that out of?” Glitch asked, eyeing him. He didn’t have a bag or anything on him other than his cut.
Warrant just grinned at him and munched on the apple. After a far too brief silence, they started asking again.
“Are you done yet?” Glitch asked.
“Is it the Iron Circle?” Jury stifled a yawn. “I hope it is so we can go home and go the fuck to bed. Stayed up way too late entertaining the ladies last night.” He winked at Warrant. “You missed out.”
“I didn’t miss shit,” Warrant told him. “You-”
