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And that only opened up even more questions.
I was dying to ask them, but the way he looked at me like I should shut my mouth had me doing exactly that.
Shutting up.
But the questions burned in my brain, and by the time we passed over the lake, I was practically bouncing in my seat with the need to ask.
“Okay,” he said. “My sister’s the lady that put your ankle monitor on.”
My mouth dropped open.
“What?” I semi shrieked.
He nodded.
“I asked her to look into it the first day of the storms, a couple weeks ago, to see if she could get it temporarily turned off.” He continued. “And I didn’t want to tell you that she might be able to if she couldn’t, so I waited.”
“Your sister’s Risa Fairchild?” I asked. “She’s a badass.”
He turned to me and laughed.
“She is. I taught her everything I know,” he teased.
I snorted.
“That’s funny,” I said. “So how long do I have until it’s back on? And why would she do that for me?”
“I didn’t have to do much,” he murmured, turning his brights on as he started to look around, scanning outside of his window until he spotted a dirt road. “She, as well as her entire office, were very much aware of you and your case, and none of them wanted to put the monitor on you in the first place. The law enforcement community is funny. It seems like they have two types of people. People that are loyal and faithful, and people that aren’t.”
“And what does that have to do with them?” I asked.
“It means that a lot of them know what it feels like, and they’re rooting for you. They didn’t want to follow these orders any more than you wanted to take them. But they had no choice. They sure didn’t have a problem requesting a day off from the judge. You’ll get a day once a week until the ankle monitor comes off.”
My mouth dropped open in pure shock.
“She said…she said that rarely ever happens. That I could request it, but that I should probably look into a food delivery service because it wasn’t likely that I’d get more than just the one day I requested,” I told him.
He tossed me a grin before his eyes went back to the road in front of him.
He stopped when the trees on my side of the road opened up.
Then he turned, and expertly started to back his truck and boat—which I just now noticed— down what I assumed was a boat ramp.
“There’re are a lot of people here for it being five in the morning,” I observed as I looked around at all the trucks and boats.
Drew didn’t reply as he stopped and got out, leaving me in the truck to stare at all the people.
He came around to my side, though, and opened my door, a box in his hands.
“Put these on,” he ordered, handing me the box.
I took it and watched as he left, then turned my gaze back down to the box in my hands.
Waders?
What the hell were we doing?
Nevertheless, I put the waders on, slowly, seeing as they were so freakin’ tight that I could barely get my leg down into them.
