Page 56 of Grave Stone

“We’re here, dipshit,” I said.

“That’s hers,” Sin said, pointing out her car as we walked across the parking lot.

When we reached her door, it was partially open. Sin used the tip of his finger to slowly push it open. The place was a mess. I couldn’t tell if it had been tossed or if that was how she lived.

“She’s not home,” a woman said, scaring the shit out of me. I hadn’t heard anyone approaching.

I turned around and flinched again at the sight of the wrinkled old woman staring back at me, complete with curlers and a bathrobe.

She snapped her fingers in front of me. “Didn’t mean to render you speechless, beefcake.” She grinned, letting her cigarette hang from her dry lower lip. “I can take my teeth out and show you a real good time.”

“Is that an offer or a threat?” Tomb whispered.

“Do you know where Tori is?” Sin asked.

“No, but I might let you wait for her at my place. Turn around and let me see that ass.”

For reasons I’ll never know, Tomb turned around and showed her his ass.

“Woo! Look at that. Glad one of you listens.”

“Where is the woman who lives here?” Sin growled.

“You keep growling at me like that and you’ll have my cooter all wet and I ain’t got no drawers on.”

Tomb stepped in front of Sin before he exploded. “All that honey’s gonna go to waste if you don’t tell us where Tori is or when she’s gonna be back.”

When she tried to flutter her eyelashes at Tomb, I thought she was having a stroke for a moment. “Oh, my stars,” she said, fanning herself with her hand. “I don’t know where she went, but I’d guess she’ll be back in a couple of hours. You just missed her.”

Tomb smiled. “Thank you. Go wait for us at your place. We’ll be right there.”

“Hot damn!” Then, she popped her dentures out and grinned. “Can’t wait!”

“Let’s go,” Sin said as soon as she disappeared around the corner. “Call Danger and tell him to send a prospect to watch her apartment and let us know when she gets back. And don’t tell them about the neighbor. That can be a surprise.”

24

STONE

When we got back to the clubhouse, I hurried upstairs to check on Whitney and was surprised to find her and her friends in the common room, talking with Juice.

“What’s going on over there?” I asked Halo.

He shook his head. “When I went back into the shop to make sure Whitney’s boss didn’t call the cops, he told me to tell her not to come back.”

“You fucking serious? He fired her?”

“I couldn’t tell her, man. Not with how upset she already was.”

“So you told your dad,” I guessed.

He shrugged. “How long has he been talking about opening a tattoo shop?”

“A couple of years at least.”

“Exactly. Maybe this is a sign.”

“Or maybe you were too chickenshit to deliver the bad news, so you got your daddy to fix it.”