Ricochet (Out for Justice Book 1) by Reese Knightley

Author:Reese Knightley [Knightley, Reese]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Tags: Out for Justice Book One
Publisher: Reese Knightley
Published: 2018-07-05T16:00:00+00:00

Mac

“Come in, Marshals.” A woman with silky black hair that fell to her waist and was wearing a tight pink sweater with tight black pants had opened the door.

“US Marshal McKenzie and this is US Marshal Coleman,” Mac said, following the woman into a large, furnished apartment located in a quiet Santa Barbara neighborhood.

“I know who you are,” the woman said with a smirk.

“You have us at a disadvantage then,” Jake replied.

The beauty lifted one perfectly manicured eyebrow at Jake, and Mac saw the agent’s neck fill with red. The woman laughed and turned, and that was when Mac noticed the gun tucked into the waistband of her pants.

“Gun,” Mac called out, pulling his gun. “Turn back around and identify yourself.”

Jake jerked and also pulled his gun, watching his back.

The woman lifted her hands and did a slow and frankly sexy turn.

She smiled. “If I wanted you dead, Marshal McKenzie, you’d already be dead.”

For some reason, he didn’t doubt her. “Who are you?”

“I’m Allison Dupont. I work with Noah,” she said, leaning a hip against the counter. “I normally wouldn’t tell you that, but Noah vouched for you, so.” The woman shrugged one elegant shoulder.

“And what exactly is it that you do?” Jake demanded.

Allison narrowed her eyes at the man. “I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Well, needless to say, Allison Dupont, I need two things,” Mac said, putting his gun away, as did Jake. “Betty Mae Lincoln and Noah Bradford.”

“Good luck catching Noah,” Allison said with a smug smile.

“Ally dear, why don’t you get these nice gentlemen some tea,” a soft voice said from the hallway, and Mac turned to find an elderly woman wearing a loose blouse with an equally loose skirt that reached her ankles, and around her shoulders hung a brightly colored scarf that matched her slipper type shoes. Her hair was short, curly, and brown threaded with gray. Her face was lined with age, and her eyes were bright green, almost the color of her scarf, and her smile reached her eyes.

Allison smirked at Mac and Jake, then turned and moved gracefully towards the kitchen. “All we have is coffee.”

“I’m Betty Mae.” The older woman smiled at Mac.

“Hello, Betty Mae, I’m US Marshal McKenzie.” Mac returned Betty’s contagious smile.

Jake followed Allison to the kitchen, and Mac heard his partner ask the woman for creamer.

Betty Mae reached for Mac and took one of his hands into both of her smaller frail ones. She held his hand gently, and her searching gaze made him feel twitchy, as if he were being measured.

“I can see why he likes you,” she stated, dropping his hand before heading over to a small, comfortable chair.

Likes me? Wait… what, who likes me? Was she talking about Noah? Mac trailed after her, feeling like he was in first grade all over again. “Who?”

Betty Mae didn’t answer. She smiled and sank into the chair and lifted the knitting basket that Mac had left by the door. “Thank you for getting this for me, dear. I need to finish this by Christmas.

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