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“Come on, Coop, let’s go see your momma.”
With that, she sashayed out the front door, leaving him standing there, staring at his finger. He sighed, adjusted himself, and followed her out the front door.
The short drive to El’s was quiet, with the exception of Cooper panting in the backseat. Every once in a while he’d stick his head in between the seats and lick one of them. They pulled up in front of George’s house and saw George standing in front of El’s old car.
“What the fuck?” Patrick said out loud.
Millie was already out of the car and letting Cooper out of the backseat. He opened the door and his entire body felt like there were pins and needles sticking him. He glanced up at El and she was smiling. He watched Cooper run and knock her down with his front paws; she fell backward, disappearing into the house.
“George, what’s El’s car doing here?” This didn’t make any sense to him.
George was peering through the windows of El’s car. “No idea. We called her dad; they didn’t find it. We just pulled up and it was here. El’s going to get the other set of keys.”
Millie came over to Patrick and grasped his hand, not really understanding the problem, but knowing it was something.
George walked a few steps toward Patrick and was about to shake his hand when El came running down the stairs yelling, “Get away from the car. Run!”
Patrick heard the tone in El’s voice and pushed Millie toward the house; El was still yelling and flailing her arms. George was moving toward El, his face in a question.
“Inside, get inside!” El’s voice was strained with emotion. She got behind them and pushed at their backs, making them move faster up the stairs toward the front door.
El pushed them inside the house and shut the door huffing and bent over at the waist, hands on her knees. “FUCK! THIS! SHIT!”
Patrick took her in and tried to let his brain wrap around what was going on. She pointed at a box of oranges. What the fuck did any of this have to do with a box of oranges?
“A note,” she said softly.
George grabbed a white piece of paper that had fallen to the floor and read, “I thought I’d bring these to you since I know you like them so much. Enjoyed your testimony. We’ll talk soon. J.” His back straightened and he looked directly at El. “This wasn’t here when I left.”
“The clementines?” El asked, still breathing hard.
“No,” George strode the length of the room, “those were delivered right before I left, but the note wasn’t on there.”
“I thought the car had a bomb in it or something,” El admitted.
Bomb . Patrick thought about the note and the car in front; with his training, it was very possible for Jamie to plant a bomb on the car. He got his phone from his pocket and called in a favor. A big one. He gave his buddy Chris the address and quickly decided he needed to take Millie home. She was standing next to him, glaring at El and looking a little confused.
“George,” El breathed and melted into him. He kissed her.
Patrick hated when they looked like that, perfect together. They weren’t perfect. George didn’t know El like he did.
“What the fuck is going on?” Millie burst out, scowling when Patrick looked from El to Millie. “Am I the only one that doesn’t know something? Why is someone threatening your life? Why did someone bring your car, which was stolen over six fucking months ago, all the way from Atlanta? Why the fuck are you guys not more freaked out? Why did you say Jamie?” Millie’s hands flew around wildly to show her frustration, her face flushed, and then she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.
This was Jamie, up and down. He was close. Patrick knew it; he just hoped he could get to him, see if there was any way to turn this around, before he did something stupid. Stupider. Jamie didn’t need to kill El; she hadn’t said a word to anyone about him shooting her. Maybe they’d just convince him to ride
With that, she sashayed out the front door, leaving him standing there, staring at his finger. He sighed, adjusted himself, and followed her out the front door.
The short drive to El’s was quiet, with the exception of Cooper panting in the backseat. Every once in a while he’d stick his head in between the seats and lick one of them. They pulled up in front of George’s house and saw George standing in front of El’s old car.
“What the fuck?” Patrick said out loud.
Millie was already out of the car and letting Cooper out of the backseat. He opened the door and his entire body felt like there were pins and needles sticking him. He glanced up at El and she was smiling. He watched Cooper run and knock her down with his front paws; she fell backward, disappearing into the house.
“George, what’s El’s car doing here?” This didn’t make any sense to him.
George was peering through the windows of El’s car. “No idea. We called her dad; they didn’t find it. We just pulled up and it was here. El’s going to get the other set of keys.”
Millie came over to Patrick and grasped his hand, not really understanding the problem, but knowing it was something.
George walked a few steps toward Patrick and was about to shake his hand when El came running down the stairs yelling, “Get away from the car. Run!”
Patrick heard the tone in El’s voice and pushed Millie toward the house; El was still yelling and flailing her arms. George was moving toward El, his face in a question.
“Inside, get inside!” El’s voice was strained with emotion. She got behind them and pushed at their backs, making them move faster up the stairs toward the front door.
El pushed them inside the house and shut the door huffing and bent over at the waist, hands on her knees. “FUCK! THIS! SHIT!”
Patrick took her in and tried to let his brain wrap around what was going on. She pointed at a box of oranges. What the fuck did any of this have to do with a box of oranges?
“A note,” she said softly.
George grabbed a white piece of paper that had fallen to the floor and read, “I thought I’d bring these to you since I know you like them so much. Enjoyed your testimony. We’ll talk soon. J.” His back straightened and he looked directly at El. “This wasn’t here when I left.”
“The clementines?” El asked, still breathing hard.
“No,” George strode the length of the room, “those were delivered right before I left, but the note wasn’t on there.”
“I thought the car had a bomb in it or something,” El admitted.
Bomb . Patrick thought about the note and the car in front; with his training, it was very possible for Jamie to plant a bomb on the car. He got his phone from his pocket and called in a favor. A big one. He gave his buddy Chris the address and quickly decided he needed to take Millie home. She was standing next to him, glaring at El and looking a little confused.
“George,” El breathed and melted into him. He kissed her.
Patrick hated when they looked like that, perfect together. They weren’t perfect. George didn’t know El like he did.
“What the fuck is going on?” Millie burst out, scowling when Patrick looked from El to Millie. “Am I the only one that doesn’t know something? Why is someone threatening your life? Why did someone bring your car, which was stolen over six fucking months ago, all the way from Atlanta? Why the fuck are you guys not more freaked out? Why did you say Jamie?” Millie’s hands flew around wildly to show her frustration, her face flushed, and then she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.
This was Jamie, up and down. He was close. Patrick knew it; he just hoped he could get to him, see if there was any way to turn this around, before he did something stupid. Stupider. Jamie didn’t need to kill El; she hadn’t said a word to anyone about him shooting her. Maybe they’d just convince him to ride
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