Winter Black Box Set 1 by Mary Stone

Author:Mary Stone [Stone, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-19T22:00:00+00:00

17

“I can’t believe she got away with it,” Bull said mournfully. “We’ll have to start calling her Teflon. That shit just slid right off of her.”

It was true. They didn’t know how she’d done it, but Sun had managed to not only not get fired, but she was still in charge of the case, and she and Noah were in the air, on their way to Los Angeles.

“Doesn’t matter,” Winter said. “She’s got Noah with her, so that’ll keep her out of trouble. I really don’t think she’s going to find what she’s looking for in California, though. I think it was a false trail to keep us chasing our tails.”

“I’m a good tail-chaser,” Bull grinned. “Ask anybody.”

Winter rolled her eyes. He was annoying but harmless.

They were on their way to the armored truck depot in Manhattan. Winter had been told to follow her lead while Sun did her thing. She had a feeling bets were being placed on whose would pan out. She didn’t care. She did believe in gut feelings, and hers was telling her she was on the right track. They might finally pull out ahead of the suspects.

“That’s the place,” Bull muttered. “I can think of easier places to rob. Shit looks like Fort Knox, with all that fencing.”

“Well, let’s get in there and see what we can find out.”

They were buzzed through the gate by a guard, and at the sight of his uniform, Winter was sure that these were the uniforms she’d seen. She shuddered, hoping that the vision could be changed. So far, they’d all ended up coming true, but why would she get them if she couldn’t do anything about them?

They entered the offices, where a receptionist invited them to have a seat while she called out the manager, Mike Garofalo. He only kept them waiting a few moments.

“Welcome!” The word was said in a voice a shade too cheerful to be sincere. Mike was a short man, probably about five-four without the lifts that made him an inch or two taller. His thinning, dyed black hair was combed over to one side to hide a gleaming bald spot. It wasn’t working.

She heard Bull snort. He’d obviously embraced his own baldness and had little respect for anyone else who didn’t do the same.

She shook Mike’s hand, finding it warm and damp. She wiped her palm on her pants, not liking the feeling the man had left behind.

“Come on back into my office. Becky, hold my calls, will you?”

The receptionist wrinkled her nose. “It’s not like he gets any,” she muttered as Winter walked by her.

Mike’s office was untidy, piles of paperwork stacked around. He moved a couple of stacks from a chair. “Sorry, guys, I only have one extra,” he said. “I don’t get a lot of visitors.”

“No problem,” Bull replied, sitting down.

Winter wanted to laugh at his complete oblivion to basic manners. That was fine—he could sit. They’d decided to let him take the lead, anyway. She leaned forward and brushed an invisible piece of lint off the shoulder of Bull’s jacket.

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