Read Online 1980: You Shook Me All Night Long (Love in the 80s #1) by Casey L. Bond - Free Book Online

around six grand. I could pay that.”
    “I already have a buyer. Sorry kid.” He looked toward Tina again, who had poked her head out of the door, holding up one finger, a phone to her ear.
    He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Asshole.
    Around that time, Walker finally showed. “Would you like to tell us some more about this buyer, Crane?”
    “What is this?” Crane’s beady eyes darted from me to Tina and back. He lunged at me and I used one of my flag football moves to shove him to the side. His head crashed into my rolling toolbox with a loud, resonating clang.
    He grabbed the side of his head, cursing as Walker and his partner moved in on him. Crane stumbled to his feet, looking for a side-door or another exit. It was locked, but he didn’t know it. He sprinted toward the back door, jerking on the rusty lock. I’d bathed the damn thing in oil and it still wouldn’t open for me. It wasn’t gonna open for him.
    With a roar, Crane turned around, his silk jacket flapping. He reached for something inside his jacket.
    Walker raised his gun. “Hands in the air or I will shoot!”
    Slowly and deliberately, Crane raised both palms into the air. He smiled, shaking his head. “All these years and two kids bring me down.”
    “Glad he can see the humor,” Tina mumbled, loud enough for me to hear.
    “Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you,” I told her, dragging her into the side room. “What the hell was this? You don’t even belong here!”
    I closed the door behind us. Tina crossed her arms. “No, I don’t belong here. I was asked to be here. It’s part of my deal with the LAPD, asshole.”
    “What deal?”
    “I told them that I’d cooperate if they’d erase everything. Every arrest, every record, all of it—for me and you.”
    “I can make my own deals,” I told her. She’d put herself in danger. How could the cops even ask her to do that! They specifically told me she would be left out of this. Lying bastards.
    I slammed the door open and watched as they cuffed Crane. He put up a fight. Guys like him hate to go down. The limo he’d arrived in left him to fend for himself, spinning wheels to get out of there. The smell of burnt rubber filled the air. Burnt rubber and hairspray.
    Tina eased out of the room and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. I was blocking her, standing in the way on purpose. Walker’s knee was in Crane’s back and the man still thrashed around. “I’ll kill you,” he said, looking up at me and Tina. “I’ll kill you both. You’re dead!”
    Tina raised her middle finger and smiled like the smart-ass she was. “Screw. You. Crane.”
    A shout from afar drew everyone’s attention. “What in the hell is going on here?” Hammond ran up the scene, taking in Crane on the ground, Walker cuffing him, the other two officers hauling him up to his feet.
    Crane spat at Hammond. “You were supposed to be watching the car! You were supposed to warn me if the cops got too close.”
    Walker smiled like the cat who caught the canary. “Busted,” Tina whispered.
    Hammond raised his hands. “I don’t know what he’s talking about. He’s crazy. He’d say anything to avoid prison time.”
    Walker laughed and strolled toward him. “We know. He would say anything. He’d also buy off any cop who would work for him. How’d you get that new Trans Am and the Rolex, Hammond?”
    “R-rolex?” he stammered. I watched his pants, sure he would wet them. Coward.
    Tina nudged me. “Oh shit! He’s gonna run for it!” And he did. Hammond turned around and pumped his arms and legs as fast as he could, but Walker tackled him to the concrete.
    “Big mistake, Hammond!” Walker cuffed the man and read him his rights. I’d heard those words way too many times in the past forty-eight hours.
    Walker stayed around as the other cops took care of Crane and the crazy officer. I put the part back in place, per our deal and fired up the engine as Crane looked on from the back of the cruiser.