A Cuppa Trouble by Angela Ruth Strong

Author:Angela Ruth Strong [Strong, Angela Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountain Brook Ink
Published: 2019-07-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Tandy fumbled for her phone to call Griffin. A sense of déjà vu brought back the memory of how she and Connor had found her Slug Bug. At least this time she hadn’t kissed anyone.

Better yet, she’d found closure on an old relationship. But that wasn’t what made her heart hammer against her chest.

She hit the contact icon for Griffin and held the cell phone to her ear, willing the sheriff to answer right away.

Vic pulled his cell out, as well, only he used his to film the burglary taking place in the car lot. “I don’t think this is a farmhand from Connor’s ranch.”

The phone rang unanswered across the line. Tandy peered through the night at the figure unlocking a door of a convertible Mustang. “Why not?”

“Look how small the thief is. It has to be a woman.”

“Susan Snodgrass?” Greg wasn’t going to like this one bit. He may even like it less than he liked Tandy being alone with Vic. Was that good or bad?

Vic swiped his fingers across his screen to zoom in. “Besides Susan, the only other female in town who we know can steal a car is Marissa.”

Still no answer over the phone. “You’re not thinking of making another citizen’s arrest, are you?”

Vic’s teeth flashed as his grin returned. “We can’t let her get away with this.”

Tandy narrowed her eyes. “I will not be an accomplice to kidnapping.”

“Tandy?” Griffin growled. “Who are you kidnapping?”

Tandy grimaced. The sheriff always answered at the worst times. “Nobody. I’m with Vic at Fairly Reliable Fred’s, and we found your car thief.”

“I’m on my way.” Something clattered, and Griffin’s breathing puffed louder in her ear. “Don’t let Vic stuff them in his trunk this time, but also don’t let them get away.”

An engine rumbled from across the street. Headlights flashed.

Tandy’s pulse gunned it. “The thief started a car. What do we do?”

“Block the exit,” Griffin barked loud enough to be heard from the driver’s seat.

Vic cranked on his ignition in response.

Tandy lowered the phone and leaned toward Vic, desperation coloring her view of possible outcomes. “What if she’s armed? What if she’s actually the one who killed George?”

“She?” Griffin’s voice echoed from a distance.

Vic flashed on his headlights, lighting their way and hopefully blinding the enemy. “Then we’ll block her exit like Griffin said and climb out the passenger door to escape bullets.”

Adrenaline sputtered through Tandy’s limbs. She held her breath and gripped the door handle, ready to make a hasty retreat.

Vic shifted into drive and stepped on the gas. The car jerked forward, straight toward the Mustang in the parking lot. The convertible grew larger, racing them toward the exit.

“You’re supposed to block her way out, not play chicken,” Tandy screamed.

“Oh, I’m gonna block it all right.” Vic spun the steering wheel, turning the car sideways and screeching into place between the curbs.

The Mustang didn’t slow.

“Vic!” Tandy let go of the door and reached to pull her ex away from the driver’s side.

The car rocked on impact, giving her the full sensation of a mosh pit at an actual rock concert.

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