Katy's Choice by J. L. Leslie

Author:J. L. Leslie [Leslie, J. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

~Griffin~

I usher my way through the crowd gathered in front of the courthouse. People are talking amongst themselves, and I can hear the police chief asking them to back off. Phones are out, everyone doing everything they can to capture this moment on video. Vultures. Whatever it is they’re trying to see must be good.

“Excuse me,” I murmur, shouldering through as best as I can.

My head is down, ignoring whatever spectacle has the crowd enthralled, but I come to an abrupt stop at the sight of leather-covered legs. Shapely legs. I follow them up to a set of pursed lips and fiery, green eyes.

The woman before me leans forward and whispers, “Tell Katy to burn it.”

That’s all she says. She gives no explanation, no further instructions, before strutting away. It’s then that I see the man nailed to the courthouse column. The word “snitch” is carved into his chest. He’s barely recognizable, but I know exactly who he is.

I stand there, pretending as though Ollie Weaver wasn’t my CI. That he didn’t just recently come to me begging for a way out. Telling me that he was going to be killed if I didn’t let him out of our arrangement.

Chief Halloway continues to yell for the crowd to disperse while officers do what they can to close off the crime scene. He instructs all employees to use the back entrance to the courthouse. I slip around the side, looking over my shoulder for any sign of the redhead. I see her strapping a helmet on, then she drives off on a Harley.

Tell Katy to burn it. Burn what? I’d put money on it, that this is the friend who came to warn her. The friend that she told no one about.

I make it to my office without any further interruptions. Beverly, my receptionist, is obviously shaken up, handing me my messages with a shaky hand.

“There’s a ge..ge..gentleman waiting in your office,” she informs me. “He insisted.”

I have never seen Beverly upset like this. She’s dealt with Ravens, Rykers, and Drycos with ease. Handling them like a fucking pro. Whoever is in my office has her spooked.

“It’s fine, Beverly,” I promise her with a tight smile.

I open the door to my office and narrow my eyes at the prick sitting in my chair. I’ve seen his photo, so I know it’s Ford Taylor, president of the L.A. Sinners. He leans his head to the side and gives me a cocky grin.

“Doesn’t it just piss you off when you find someone in your chair?” he asks. “It’s almost as bad is finding a snitch in your club.” He taps his fingers on my desk, shifting my chair from side to side.

“It’s not my favorite thing to walk into,” I admit.

“I brought your dog back home.”

“I appreciate that. He liked to roam a little too much.”

“Only way to handle a dog that doesn’t listen is to put him down. Take him out of his fucking misery,” he says.

“I agree.”

“Some dogs don’t just like to roam.

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