Furred Lines by Renee George

Author:Renee George [George, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781947177154
Publisher: Renee George
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Dom and I sat in our unmarked sedan about three miles outside the TSS compound off the road in a thicket of trees. If someone wasn’t directly looking when they passed, we would go unnoticed. The early afternoon had been intense around the sheriff’s department. Dom had called a military liaison and gave him serial numbers on the weapons. If we could track them back their origin, we might be able to pin down the seller and buyer, though I was certain we already had the buyer in custody. Dominic had barely said two words to me that weren’t work-related, and frankly, it was started to raise my blood pressure.

Dom cocked his head to the side and looked down at my waist. “What is that thing, again?”

“It’s a fanny pack for Christ sake. It’s not like it’s a new invention.” Was my reaction strong? Yes. Had he already asked me this question? Yes. Three times. I think he just liked hearing me say “fanny pack.” “It’s handier than my purse when breaking and entering.” I unzipped the pack. “See,” I held up a multi-tool. “This has a blade, a wrench, a Phillips and flat head screwdriver, wire cutters, and pliers.” I put it back and withdrew a small pouch. “This is my lock picking kit.” I withdrew the other items one at a time. “A thumb light, Chapstick, hair scrunchie, and hand wipes. All the necessities.”

“You could have been a scout.”

I rolled my eyes, showed him the whites, and then sighed. “We’re no closer to finding Lieberman or this mysterious Little Piggy guy. If the Lieberman is still alive, he is suffering. I don’t know what to do next, Dom. The punch card has turned into a dead end.”

“Maybe.” He stared out at the road.

Judge Holt was signing a warrant for us to search the compound tomorrow, but we were afraid if the preppers found out, they would move things before we could find whatever they might be hiding. So, here we sat, watching for suspicious vehicles going in and out of the compound while we waited for dark so we could illegally sneak around the wall, gain entrance somehow, and have a quiet look around. It went against my training as an FBI agent, but it played right into my strengths as a sneak. Raccoons were naturally curious, and our animal’s nature had a habit of getting us into situations that most people would avoid. Like trespassing on property that was occupied by, most likely, well-armed paranoid therians with severe trust issues.

And even though I had agreed to not tell my dad or anyone else, Dominic still acted mad at me. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing,” he said. He took a double twist glazed donut from a box that had Sunny’s Outlook written on the side then took a sip of his coffee.

“You’ve hardly said a word to me all day.”

“I just said a word before you said that. And there, I just said a bunch more.” He took another bite, his jaw flexing as he chewed.

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