The Right Kind of Trouble by Shiloh Walker

Author:Shiloh Walker
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781466876699
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“You realize I want to beat you to death?” Moira demanded, glaring at Kevin.

He flinched, his face pale. Kevin was a big guy and he looked even bigger with that ridiculous Mohawk. If he’d learn to find some balls, he’d probably cut an impressive figure, tall and broad-shouldered, a green-eyed blond with a dimpled smile.

But he had no spine.

That wasn’t a particularly attractive trait, Moira supposed.

“I…”

She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t want excuses or lies. I want answers.”

She was surprised when he turned his head and stared out the window. “I know,” Kevin said quietly.

He shot a quick look at Gideon. “Guess you brought him to arrest me.”

The man was an idiot, Moira decided. How had she not seen that? Gideon wouldn’t be able to arrest him—Kevin would be arrested, unless he magically had all that money stuffed away somewhere and could return it and even then, she didn’t plan on letting him off with a smack on the hand. But the crimes he’d committed had been in Jackson, far outside of Gideon’s jurisdiction. Not to mention that they were in Louisiana now, not Mississippi. She might not work in law enforcement, but once you crossed state lines, things got dicey.

But maybe Kevin wasn’t thinking straight. He’d seen Gideon, recognized him, and assumed. She wasn’t surprised Kevin had recognized Gideon. Most of the people who worked at headquarters came to Ferry at least once a year if not twice—for the annual Christmas party and for a Memorial Day barbecue. And Gideon was always there.

Has always been …

Gideon shifted his weight, and she could practically hear his low, steady voice, pointing out that practical things like Kevin’s crimes had been committed outside his jurisdiction. Before he could say anything, she placed a hand on his arm.

She wanted Kevin freaked out, not relaxing. “Whether or not I have you arrested is all going to depend on what you do in the next few minutes, Kevin. I suggest you start talking.”

All he did was nod.

When he moved deeper into the house, Gideon shot out a hand and caught her arm, eyes narrowed. She gave him a look.

It said, Trust me.

But Gideon chose not to acknowledge it.

She found Kevin sitting in what had to be the living room with his elbows on his knees and a pensive look on his face as he studied a bottle of liquor. Moira felt her jaw literally dropping when she saw recognized the bottle.

Kevin Towers might make good money working for her, but if he was having the kind of money issues she suspected he was having, then why did he have a bottle of Macallan 25 sitting in front of him? There was a glass beside it, like he’d been about ready to have a drink when they showed up.

“Interrupting something?” She gave him a sharp-edged smile. “Is that what you’re doing with the money you’ve been stealing from me? Buying booze?”

Kevin gave a short, ugly laugh. “No. This was…” He shrugged then, as if it didn’t matter.

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