Read Online Paper Bullets by Annie Reed - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Annie Reed
Tags: Fiction
Ads: Link
relieved that I wasn’t tailing the white SUV anymore was a vast understatement.
Of course, I didn’t tell him that Ryan had fired me. I may not have much in the pride department, but I do have a little.
“Richards still owns the SUV as far as I can tell,” Kyle said. “Getting information on what he’s working on is trickier. He’s still on the force, but any information on his current assignment is strictly need to know, and I don’t have an official need to know.”
I gave Kyle the physical description of Mr. Muscles. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell me whether the guy had been Richards.
“When I busted him, he was a skinny little prick, but that’s in line with an undercover stint as a druggie,” Kyle said. “If he’s beefed up now, he’s either moved up in the ranks of the organization he was trying to infiltrate, or he’s got a new assignment. I’d need a picture to be sure.”
I’d downloaded all the pictures I’d taken of Mr. Muscles on my work computer and wiped them off my camera to free up space. I’d have to go to the office I shared downtown with a freelance writer. I didn’t want to do that tonight.
For one thing, the writer worked nights and I worked days. The few times I’d shown up at night, I’d thought she was going to throw a box of cookies at me for interrupting her while she was writing.
Plus, I really wanted to chat with Samantha about the whole Jonathan visiting overnight thing. Which she still hadn’t brought up on her own. Granted, it had only been one day, but my mommy radar was tingling. The kids had a plan up their sleeves, and I didn’t like being the last one in the know.
“I can send you one tomorrow,” I said to Kyle.
We chatted about a few other things, including where I might like to go on our Labor Day trip to San Francisco. Samantha would be staying with Ryan, and Kyle’s daughter Lauren would be with her mother. Labor Day weekend was the first time our respective visitation schedules had worked out so that we both were child-free for an entire weekend. Labor Day would also be our first out of town trip together since we’d been dating.
I was excited about the trip, but I’d also felt odd about it. Up until today, it almost seemed like I was planning an illicit rendezvous that I shouldn’t talk about to anyone, especially Ryan.
Now I didn’t care what Ryan thought.
“You want to catch a ball game?” Kyle asked. He was a San Francisco Giants fan, and he’d mentioned before that the Giants would be in town that weekend.
I knew enough about baseball from when I’d been married to Ryan, a former high school jock who played every sport under the sun, to know that I wasn’t that interested in baseball. I never went to a Reno Aces game, even though Norton Greenburger had offered me free tickets more than once, but a major league game might be different.
Besides, I’d be spending time with Kyle doing something that he enjoyed.
“You have tickets?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Well...” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I might have.”
“Then we’d be silly not to go.”
“I’ll buy you a hat,” he said.
“I don’t wear hats.” At least not baseball hats.
“You’d look cute in a hat.”
Cute? “Are you trying to butter me up, officer?”
“Detective,” he said. “I worked hard for that shield.”
I had no doubt that he had. He worked hard at everything.
In the background, I could hear the squawk of a saxophone.
I winced. Kyle wasn’t the only one in his family who worked hard for what they wanted.
“She’s practicing again?” I asked.
He sighed. “I think I need to get a pair of those headphones you told me about.”
We talked a few minutes more before we decided we better hang up, Kyle so he could convince his daughter to stop practicing long enough for a quick trip to the Best Buy store at Legends with a side trip to the frozen yogurt store for her, and me to finish the salad.
Samantha
Of course, I didn’t tell him that Ryan had fired me. I may not have much in the pride department, but I do have a little.
“Richards still owns the SUV as far as I can tell,” Kyle said. “Getting information on what he’s working on is trickier. He’s still on the force, but any information on his current assignment is strictly need to know, and I don’t have an official need to know.”
I gave Kyle the physical description of Mr. Muscles. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell me whether the guy had been Richards.
“When I busted him, he was a skinny little prick, but that’s in line with an undercover stint as a druggie,” Kyle said. “If he’s beefed up now, he’s either moved up in the ranks of the organization he was trying to infiltrate, or he’s got a new assignment. I’d need a picture to be sure.”
I’d downloaded all the pictures I’d taken of Mr. Muscles on my work computer and wiped them off my camera to free up space. I’d have to go to the office I shared downtown with a freelance writer. I didn’t want to do that tonight.
For one thing, the writer worked nights and I worked days. The few times I’d shown up at night, I’d thought she was going to throw a box of cookies at me for interrupting her while she was writing.
Plus, I really wanted to chat with Samantha about the whole Jonathan visiting overnight thing. Which she still hadn’t brought up on her own. Granted, it had only been one day, but my mommy radar was tingling. The kids had a plan up their sleeves, and I didn’t like being the last one in the know.
“I can send you one tomorrow,” I said to Kyle.
We chatted about a few other things, including where I might like to go on our Labor Day trip to San Francisco. Samantha would be staying with Ryan, and Kyle’s daughter Lauren would be with her mother. Labor Day weekend was the first time our respective visitation schedules had worked out so that we both were child-free for an entire weekend. Labor Day would also be our first out of town trip together since we’d been dating.
I was excited about the trip, but I’d also felt odd about it. Up until today, it almost seemed like I was planning an illicit rendezvous that I shouldn’t talk about to anyone, especially Ryan.
Now I didn’t care what Ryan thought.
“You want to catch a ball game?” Kyle asked. He was a San Francisco Giants fan, and he’d mentioned before that the Giants would be in town that weekend.
I knew enough about baseball from when I’d been married to Ryan, a former high school jock who played every sport under the sun, to know that I wasn’t that interested in baseball. I never went to a Reno Aces game, even though Norton Greenburger had offered me free tickets more than once, but a major league game might be different.
Besides, I’d be spending time with Kyle doing something that he enjoyed.
“You have tickets?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Well...” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I might have.”
“Then we’d be silly not to go.”
“I’ll buy you a hat,” he said.
“I don’t wear hats.” At least not baseball hats.
“You’d look cute in a hat.”
Cute? “Are you trying to butter me up, officer?”
“Detective,” he said. “I worked hard for that shield.”
I had no doubt that he had. He worked hard at everything.
In the background, I could hear the squawk of a saxophone.
I winced. Kyle wasn’t the only one in his family who worked hard for what they wanted.
“She’s practicing again?” I asked.
He sighed. “I think I need to get a pair of those headphones you told me about.”
We talked a few minutes more before we decided we better hang up, Kyle so he could convince his daughter to stop practicing long enough for a quick trip to the Best Buy store at Legends with a side trip to the frozen yogurt store for her, and me to finish the salad.
Samantha
Similar Books
