Dude with a Cool Car by Siobhan Muir

Author:Siobhan Muir [Muir, Siobhan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Three Lakes Books, LLC
Published: 2019-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

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Cooper

I grinned as I shoved my phone into my pocket and headed for my bedroom. Karma wanted me to wear boots and my Stetson? Damn, if it made her smile, I’d wear those and nothing else. In private. No point in showing off the goods to anyone but her. But I didn’t have a pair of boots or clean clothes. Part of the reason I left the Concrete Angels’ compound after talking to Oriana Hunter was to do laundry.

And to figure out how to tell Karma I’m a damn Marshal.

The list of names mocked me from my pocket, calling me to take a look and see who I recognized. I suspected most of the names would be FBI agents since Eisenburg would’ve had the most interaction with his own agency. But he wouldn’t have been much of an investigator if he hadn’t found other members of Backlog in other agencies.

I considered what his reasons for compiling the list might have been while I did laundry. Blackmail? Insurance? A way to recognize his fellow crooked cops? Whatever his motivation, I was glad he’d kept the list. It would help me find out who might be part of the group in the Marshal Service.

And then what? What would I do when I figured out who they were? I scowled as I yanked my clothes out of the dryer. I couldn’t exactly bring those assholes down by myself. Hell, even with my boss, we wouldn’t be enough to disrupt a nation-wide organization. Especially if they had members in every law enforcement department and agency. They might have even secured crooked judges on their payroll.

Fuck.

I carried my clothes back to my apartment and took a shower, trying to relax enough for my mind to come up with some answers. No such luck, but the warm water felt good. I hurried to finish and dressed with the intent to get my chores done before I returned to the compound that night. I packed up a few things, grabbed my black Stetson, and headed out to my car. I felt my pocket for my phone and the list Oriana had given me, relieved they hadn’t disappeared while I did my chores. I refused to leave it anywhere. I hadn’t bothered to scan my apartment for bugs, but I wasn’t prone to talking to myself so my secrets remained my own.

But when I settled behind Rosé’s wheel, I noticed a silver Chevy Cruze parked on the road outside the apartment complex. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal. The only cars that ended up on that side of the road were junkers or vehicles for purchase. But this car looked like it was in pretty good condition and it didn’t sport a for-sale sign in the window. I tried to get a good look at the tag, but it was too far away. It could be nothing

Right, and I could be a faery princess.

I put Rosé in gear and headed for the road, playing the unconcerned driver. Fortunately, the car in question happened to be on the way toward I-25.

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