The Worst Detective Ever Bundle 2 by Christy Barritt

Author:Christy Barritt [Barritt, Christy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: River Heights
Published: 2019-03-11T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Then a phone rang.

Jackson’s phone.

We both tensed. Held our breath.

But I knew what the inevitable was.

He had to answer it.

I opened my eyes and stepped back.

It was probably best that someone interrupted us anyway.

“Excuse me a minute.” Jackson stepped away.

As he did, I released my breath, trying to get a grip on my emotions. I sat down on the couch and grabbed a blanket, trying to stop picturing what our almost kiss might have been like.

A few minutes later, Jackson sat beside me.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was just about another case we’ve been working.”

“Let me guess: car break-ins and skimmers?”

“It’s exciting stuff. Almost as exciting as people wearing shirts with holes cut in them so they can get polka-dot suntans.”

My eyes widened. Had I just heard him correctly? Based on his sparkling eyes, I had. “No they’re not.”

He raised a hand in Boy Scouts’ honor. “I saw two people doing it, and they were talking about you.”

My bottom lip dropped. “How did they know? That just happened and . . .”

“Have you checked the rag mags today?”

“I try not to,” I admitted. They usually made me mad, which could spiral into something unhealthy.

“Well, I haven’t either, but that’s my best guess.”

I stared at him a moment, my cheeks feeling unusually warm. “So . . . you noticed my polka dots too?”

He made a face—half apologetic, half amused. “It was kind of hard not to.”

Yay for that. Or not.

With the moment broken, I leaned back on the couch. I had some other questions that had been pressing on my mind, and now seemed like just as good a time as any to address them.

“Did you check Zane’s alibi or the gunshot residue on his hands?”

Jackson nodded slowly. “We did. And I don’t know if I’d call it an alibi. Yes, he was at a range practicing his shooting. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t also holding the gun when Morty was shot.”

I supposed he had a point. “How about Abe? Is he still locked up?”

Again, Jackson slowly nodded. “He is. For a few more days, at least. He’s been unable to make bond.”

I leaned back and let that sink in. At least Jackson had told me that much. I’d take whatever I could get.

Jackson raised a DVD. “Confession: I secretly like zombie apocalypse shows. You interested in watching some of The Swimming Dead?”

I nodded, realizing he was done talking about this. But my thoughts would be dwelling on our conversation for quite a bit longer.

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