Tank by Erin Bevan

Author:Erin Bevan [Bevan, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Erin Bevan

Sandi led their group back to a table big enough to seat eight. Tank spied as Father gave her a slight ass pat when she laid the menus on the table.

Horny old man.

The bell on the front door jingled. JoJo scooted in the restaurant and pulled up a chair next to him.

He glanced at his partner in crime. “Hey, long time no see.”

“I didn’t want to be seen around you too much,” she whispered. “You know? Just in case.” She glanced down at her jacket to a slight hole at the elbow.

“What happened to your leather?”

She shushed him and stared around the room just as Duke and his accomplice ambled into the restaurant. Much to their luck, the hostess sat them a couple of tables over at the only empty space left.

Beads of sweat formed around Tank’s hairline.

“It got ripped.”

“Ripped?”

Her eyes widened as if he needed to catch on to what she tried to say. He gave her his best dumb stare before she cocked her head toward the side of them.

“I think I left a little piece of myself at a friend’s house,” she whispered.

He passed the cops a glance as they took their seats then licked his suddenly dry lips and nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me before about your jacket?”

“Like I said, keeping my distance.”

“Why are you wearing it? What if he sees you?”

She gave him a hard stare. “I always wear my leather. I’m proud of who I am, and what I’ve been through. I’ll be careful. He won’t see.”

Steele smacked him with his menu. “It’s not nice to tell secrets, you two.”

Father glared at them over his own menu. “Steele, in this case, it’s best we don’t know.”

JoJo leaned in. “Counselor here is a stickler for following the rules and the law.”

“I gathered,” Tank muttered.

“Too bad our own force don’t seem to think those laws apply to them,” Steele mumbled to where only they could here.

“Tank, why are you sweating?” Father asked.

“It’s hot in here.” He gripped his menu tighter and took in a deep breath.

“Look who it is.” Father’s gaze skirted to the entrance of the restaurant.

Tank tossed a glance to the right of him. A tall man wearing a button up and khakis walked in beside another tall man wearing a suit. “Who is it?” he asked JoJo.

“Tall and lanky— the chief’s father. Tall and fat—Mayor Glass.”

“Duke, my boy.” The father slapped his son on the back.

The chief stood, shaking the mayor’s hand. “Good to see you both.”

“I’ve seen your signs around town these past few days. Your campaign seems off to a fine start.”

The mayor spoke loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. Just what this town needed— the mayor’s stamp of approval for Duke. And considering the fact that daddy and the mayor were having dinner together, there was probably some dirty secret scandal behind their friendship.

Crooked politicians.

“Well, thank you, sir,” Duke said. “Please, have a seat.”

Tank cut his gaze back to the menu and heard the scrapping of chairs.

“Where’s that lady friend of yours, Miss Annie? I haven’t seen her around the diner lately.

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