Dirty Money: A J.J. Graves Mystery (Book 7) by Liliana Hart

Author:Liliana Hart
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 7th Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Doug’s gaze turned toward me, and he waggled his eyebrows. “How you doin’?”

The snort of laughter snuck through before I could control it. “I’m good. I’m Dr. Graves.” I pointed at Jack and said, “His wife.”

“A doctor?” he said, closing his laptop and putting it away in his backpack. I noticed it looked an awful lot like Carver’s computer, Miranda. “I’ve always had a thing for a woman with a brain. Let me buy you some ice cream. I saw a place on the way here. You got a Snapchat account?”

Jack was clearly entertained as he watched Doug work his magic. “You remind me a lot of your uncle,” Jack said. “Do I want to know what you were doing for Ramirez?”

“Nothing much,” Doug said. “Just a simple surveillance using satellites. Big Brother really is watching. No one has any privacy anymore. All you have to do is link up and you can see anyone, anywhere. I built a kind of safeguard, though, on my computer, so if you stick close to me no one can watch you without me knowing about it.”

Doug slung his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed a couple of duffle bags from under the table. I looked at them in surprise and wondered how long Doug thought he was staying.

“Seriously, though,” he said. “I saw this ice cream place not far from here on the way in. If we could drive through that would be awesome. Have you ever seen this really old movie Gremlins? I, like, have to eat or it’s not pretty.”

Jack took both of Doug’s duffle bags and slung them over his shoulder, looked at me, and then headed out the door. Doug talked the entire way, telling us everything he could about pop culture and his eating habits on the three-minute walk back to the car.

Doug paused and looked at Jack’s unit with distrust as Jack opened the back door for him.

“Man, I’ve got bad memories about riding in the back of a police car,” Doug said. “It’s just too soon. You think I could sit in the front?”

“No,” I said, but I smiled at him to soften my answer.

Jack tossed the bags in the back and closed the door behind Doug. When I got in, I noticed Jack looked kind of shell-shocked. One Ben Carver was enough, but to find out there were two was a little overwhelming.

“Ice cream sounds good,” I said, fastening my seatbelt.

“Yes!” Doug said. “Travel makes me super hungry. So, what’s this problem y’all are having? Auntie Em said Uncle Ben was trying to figure it out before he had his wreck.”

“Auntie Em?” I asked, turning to look at him.

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Yeah, she hates it. But she loves me, so she tolerates it.”

Jack pulled into the drive-thru line for Lickety Splitz. Doug hung his head out the window like a dog and ordered The Trough, which was a banana split on steroids that came in a giant bucket and was covered in whipped cream, cherries, and nuts.

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