“Just like that?” She pulled herself away from me. “Will it stick?”
“Conspiracy to commit murder?” I shrugged. “The only money she has is my dad’s. Unless she wants to access the money in her offshore accounts, but I have a feeling Kurt won’t allow her to do that. He’ll promise to take care of it on his own, and then I think he’ll try to disappear.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because he was booking a flight when he was on the call with my mother.”
Just as I said that, the phone in my pocket rang.
Nettie leaned back and pulled it out of my pocket, smiling when she saw it was Denver.
“Hello, Sinclair.”
“Don’t call me that, girl,” Denver growled.
“Sure,” Nettie agreed, even though we all knew she wouldn’t abide by it.
“Where’s your man?”
My heart leaped when Nettie said, “Underneath me.”
Denver gagged. “That’s my nephew.”
“That’s practically your brother, and you know it,” she pointed out. “And not like that, either. I’m literally just in his lap.”
“If you say so,” Denver sighed. “Kurt Pruitt just got on a flight to Panama.”
Speak of the devil…
“You just let him go?” Nettie screeched.
“What was I supposed to do?” Denver snorted. “Take him out? That’s the FBI’s job now. They said they had it covered, so I chose to trust them. And the hot FBI agent seemed very determined to nail their asses, so I didn’t argue.”
“You’re sleeping with the FBI agent, aren’t you?” Nettie wondered.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Nettie sighed. “Just don’t break her heart and make her not want to solve this case. I don’t want to have to marry a murderer.”
My heart leaped all over again.
Marry a murderer.
Was she talking about me?
“You’re marrying Boone?”
Nettie inhaled so loudly that even Denver heard.
Then, with her eyes on mine, she said, “Margery had some good things to say today. Mainly that I had no promised days, and I was making Boone and me miserable for no reason. Not to mention I’d be a dumbass if I let him get away.”
Fourteen
There’s nothing I can’t do. Except reach the top shelf. I can’t do that.
—Nettie to Eddy
Nettie
