I’d have to give Savannah a call. What the hell did people wear to hockey games these days? Not Chanel, that was for sure. Right? Honestly, I didn't have a clue.
CHAPTER 8
FORREST
"Hey boss, we saved this one for you."
Leif nodded toward a man who was tied to a chair, his chin to his chest. He sported a black eye. Blood leaked from a swollen lip.
"He—" Leif started.
I snatched up a knife from the table beside him and sliced it across the man's throat.
"—stole a chocolate bar," Leif finished.
"Bullshit." I tossed the bloodied knife back on the table. "You wouldn't have him here if that was all he'd done."
He was unhinged at best, but he and Woody didn't bring people here unless they deserved it.
Leif swore under his breath and untied the man, letting him slid to the floor.
I rounded on Woody. "What thefuckdid you think you were doing?"
He snatched up the knife and started using it to clean under his fingernails. "Didn't we have this conversation already?"
I straightened up and took a deep breath. "We're having it again."
"Did she confess?" Woody asked.
"Wait a minute now." Leif stopped in the middle of moving the chair to the side of the room. "I feel like I'm missing something here."
Without taking his eyes off me, Woody said, "Sable Kohl."
"Ah, gotcha," Leif said with a nod. After a moment he added, "What's that?"
"Not what,who," I corrected. "The woman who was forced to marry Wolfgang Taylor-Francis."
"Ah, now there's a name I know," Leif said. "Relative of yours?" He put the chair away and looked expectantly at Woody.
"He was my father," Woody said, barely moving his lips as he spoke.
"Was," Leif echoed.
Woody frowned at him. "Bro, don't you watch the news? He was murdered."
"I see," Leif said slowly. "Are we talking murdered murdered or…" He held his hands in front of him, moving them back and forth about an inch apart.
"It wasn't us," I said. "It wasn't Sable either."
"Says you," Woody said. "I don't buy it."
"That's abundantly clear," I said dryly. "I'll find out everything she knows, thenyou'llknow she had nothing to do with it."
"You're not sure," Woody said. "If you were, you wouldn't feel the need to ask her about it."
"Sounds like he's got you there, boss," Leif said.
"Don't call me ‘boss’," I told him. "You're going to meet her on Saturday night. She's coming to the game as my guest."
