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Right up to his eyeballs and sinking fast.
“Jake Giotti! Just who the hell do you think
you are?” Debra’s voice carried clear across the parking lot. Perhaps she was the
only officer within the county who could forego the use of a blow horn and
still get her point made.
Jake groaned again. He raised his eyes and looked straight
through Liddy, ignoring Debra.
Liddy could read his thoughts quite clearly. Jake in
trouble with his parole officer was going to be her fault. In his mind, he’d most
likely figured out she should and would . . . God, would have she ever . . . pay dearly for the consequences about to happen to him over his untimely tardiness.
He turned his head toward his half-sister’s hasty
approach and smiled sweetly. “Debra.”
“Don’t you dare Debra me, you lowlife son of a bastard!”
Debra Wesley never cared one way or the other if she
had an audience to her anger. Three ten gallon hats were making their way out
of the café, and in the process of getting into their very expensive SUV held their
smiles on their faces.
This was surely not a deterrent to her yelling at the
either of them. Debra liked to have others hear whatever it was she had to say,
and simply said it like it was, no matter what.
This was a bad trait for a woman to have.
Liddy thoughts moved quickly to why the hell whoever
took her car did not take theirs? It was certainly worth more—at least
fifteen thousand dollars more, and bigger, and cleaner. Hers was filled with
the remnants of too many drive-thru meals half-eaten, tossed on the floor, and
completely forgotten about until now. She didn’t like others to think of her as
a slob. But, her mind had been on other things while driving here. Like, getting
to Preacher’s Bend in once piece, finding Jake as quickly as possible, then
getting the hell out of Preacher’s Bend as soon as humanly capable.
She hadn’t been able to finish a single one of her
hurriedly purchased meals because her stomach had been tied up in knots the entire
trip here.
She wasn’t exactly a messy person. But when time was not
on her side, Liddy did not waste any cleaning a car of its trash. Especially a
car she’d borrowed for a few lousy days . . . of which, the owner did
not know as even borrowed, but would have—eventually.
Jake cleared his throat. This pulled her attention
swiftly to the here and now.
“I was just . . . ,” he started with, only to be cut
off at the knees by the stinging whip of his half-sister’s tongue.
“No, you were not!” Debra bit out. “Don’t you dare
start lying to me today, Jake Giotti? You’ve been doing nothing, whatsoever, but
standing here lollygagging and preening your arrogant feathers. I was watching
you from the police station’s window. You do remember that window, don’t you
Jake? The same window you decided to attack with your motorcycle a few years
back. You’re over an hour late with your parole appointment, and by all rights
your tardiness should earn you another six months incarceration. I’d be doing
the world a favor by putting you back in there.”
Liddy gasped, unable to control her reaction. Six
months? Jesus A. Christ!
Somehow, the idea of six months for being late for a
parole appointment seemed a bit harsh. Yet still in plain sight of the fat,
overbearing, genetically flawed officer? This was Preacher’s Bend, however, and
Debra Wesley they were dealing with. As his parole officer and sworn keeper of
the law, if she felt like being mean about this, then Debra could be as mean as
she wanted to be. It was simply her nature.
Liddy very foolishly added words to her gasp. “You
wouldn’t dare!” Was she actually standing up for a man she hadn’t seen in ten
years?
Unfortunately, her thoughts had slipped out before her
brain had the time to stop them; or, time to avoid the inevitable consequences headed
her way.
Jake groaned again, closing his eyes. Even a deaf mute
could’ve seen he did not want her here, and was
“Jake Giotti! Just who the hell do you think
you are?” Debra’s voice carried clear across the parking lot. Perhaps she was the
only officer within the county who could forego the use of a blow horn and
still get her point made.
Jake groaned again. He raised his eyes and looked straight
through Liddy, ignoring Debra.
Liddy could read his thoughts quite clearly. Jake in
trouble with his parole officer was going to be her fault. In his mind, he’d most
likely figured out she should and would . . . God, would have she ever . . . pay dearly for the consequences about to happen to him over his untimely tardiness.
He turned his head toward his half-sister’s hasty
approach and smiled sweetly. “Debra.”
“Don’t you dare Debra me, you lowlife son of a bastard!”
Debra Wesley never cared one way or the other if she
had an audience to her anger. Three ten gallon hats were making their way out
of the café, and in the process of getting into their very expensive SUV held their
smiles on their faces.
This was surely not a deterrent to her yelling at the
either of them. Debra liked to have others hear whatever it was she had to say,
and simply said it like it was, no matter what.
This was a bad trait for a woman to have.
Liddy thoughts moved quickly to why the hell whoever
took her car did not take theirs? It was certainly worth more—at least
fifteen thousand dollars more, and bigger, and cleaner. Hers was filled with
the remnants of too many drive-thru meals half-eaten, tossed on the floor, and
completely forgotten about until now. She didn’t like others to think of her as
a slob. But, her mind had been on other things while driving here. Like, getting
to Preacher’s Bend in once piece, finding Jake as quickly as possible, then
getting the hell out of Preacher’s Bend as soon as humanly capable.
She hadn’t been able to finish a single one of her
hurriedly purchased meals because her stomach had been tied up in knots the entire
trip here.
She wasn’t exactly a messy person. But when time was not
on her side, Liddy did not waste any cleaning a car of its trash. Especially a
car she’d borrowed for a few lousy days . . . of which, the owner did
not know as even borrowed, but would have—eventually.
Jake cleared his throat. This pulled her attention
swiftly to the here and now.
“I was just . . . ,” he started with, only to be cut
off at the knees by the stinging whip of his half-sister’s tongue.
“No, you were not!” Debra bit out. “Don’t you dare
start lying to me today, Jake Giotti? You’ve been doing nothing, whatsoever, but
standing here lollygagging and preening your arrogant feathers. I was watching
you from the police station’s window. You do remember that window, don’t you
Jake? The same window you decided to attack with your motorcycle a few years
back. You’re over an hour late with your parole appointment, and by all rights
your tardiness should earn you another six months incarceration. I’d be doing
the world a favor by putting you back in there.”
Liddy gasped, unable to control her reaction. Six
months? Jesus A. Christ!
Somehow, the idea of six months for being late for a
parole appointment seemed a bit harsh. Yet still in plain sight of the fat,
overbearing, genetically flawed officer? This was Preacher’s Bend, however, and
Debra Wesley they were dealing with. As his parole officer and sworn keeper of
the law, if she felt like being mean about this, then Debra could be as mean as
she wanted to be. It was simply her nature.
Liddy very foolishly added words to her gasp. “You
wouldn’t dare!” Was she actually standing up for a man she hadn’t seen in ten
years?
Unfortunately, her thoughts had slipped out before her
brain had the time to stop them; or, time to avoid the inevitable consequences headed
her way.
Jake groaned again, closing his eyes. Even a deaf mute
could’ve seen he did not want her here, and was
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