Read Online You're Busting My Nuptials (Tizzy/Ridge Trilogy Book 2) by Ann Everett - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Ann Everett
Ads: Link
Street.”
“Then, let’s roll. “I’ll ride with y’all this time.”
A sense of urgency ran through Tizzy’s blood. The weather report said a Blue Northern was coming and the news caused her stomach to jitter. She needed to go faster, but time was her enemy. The longer Ridge remained missing, the greater the chance, she stopped herself. She needed to stay positive and not allow doubt and pessimism join forces. No, she had to be as strong as she was determined.
After parking, Tizzy and Jinx got out of the car, while Synola and Rayann remained inside. Tizzy convinced Jinx to let her do the talking this time. Luckily, Denny Kinslow was still at Lance’s house. Both boys were in the yard raking leaves.
Tizzy approached the boys and offered her best smile and thought about produce. Denny, a string bean of a kid, had a mop of strawberry blonde hair tussled above eyes the color of blueberries. Not gray, but not exactly blue either. She decided they would break a lot of hearts someday.
Lance, short and pudgy with a goofy smile, paled in comparison. A sprinkle of freckles tracked across his nose like a trail of ants on their way to a picnic. He would definitely jump off a cliff if everyone else did.
“Lance? I’m Tizzy Donovan. May I talk to you boys a minute?”
Tizzy smoothed her hands over her black turtle neck sweater. One of her favorites, it clung to her body and covered the waist of her skinny leg jeans, which were neatly tucked into leather knee boots. The wind blew a strand of her hair across her face and she pushed it behind her ear. When Lance’s eyes drifted from her mouth, to her boobs, she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Lance?” she repeated.
“Uh—oh, yeah,” he said, lifting his eyes up and dropping the rake.
“You’re not in trouble, okay? I understand you boys toilet-papered the Hendly’s house Saturday morning.”
Both boys exchanged looks, and Denny hooked his fingers in his belt loops. “Who told you that?”
“Jimmy Wayne. He said y’all saw a couple of trucks drive by while you were there. Did either of you get a look at the license plates or the drivers?”
Denny shifted his weight from side to side, and his eyes went to Tizzy’s breasts.
“Denny? You were saying?” Tizzy asked, snapping him back to the subject.
“Oh, we hid until they went past, but when they braked at the stop sign, I peeked out and saw a man and a woman in the black truck. In the white one, I think there was just a man.”
“Think hard,” she said. “Did y’all notice any bumper stickers, or damage to the trucks? Anything unusual?”
Both boys zeroed in on her chest again.
Tizzy snapped her fingers. “Hey, up here,” she said, pointing to her face.
The boys jerked their heads up. “No, that’s all,” Denny said and Lance nodded.
Jinx stepped forward. “What about make or model?”
Lance turned his attention to Jinx. “The white one was a Chevy, fairly new. The black one was older and a Ford. I don’t know what year.”
“Thank you. You’ve been helpful,” Tizzy said.
Back in the car, Jinx’s phone chirped and broke the silence. “Hey, Bubba, give me some news I can use.” He paused and listened for a few seconds, then said, “Okay, I’ll tell her. Thanks, man.”
Tizzy glanced over her shoulder. “What was that about?”
“Bubba got the report back on Ridge’s phone and GPS. The last location shown on the positioning system indicated east about two miles out of town, then nothing. The last time the phone pinged was within the vicinity of Browning house.”
“So what does that mean exactly?” Tizzy asked.
“More than likely, the GPS was disabled. Bubba drove out to the location and didn’t find anything. It’s probably still in the truck, just not working. As for the Phone,” he said, as they pulled into Tizzy’s drive, “if it was in the house, your forensics guy, Ted, would have found it. So, let’s spread out and cover the outside grounds.”
Jinx
“Then, let’s roll. “I’ll ride with y’all this time.”
A sense of urgency ran through Tizzy’s blood. The weather report said a Blue Northern was coming and the news caused her stomach to jitter. She needed to go faster, but time was her enemy. The longer Ridge remained missing, the greater the chance, she stopped herself. She needed to stay positive and not allow doubt and pessimism join forces. No, she had to be as strong as she was determined.
After parking, Tizzy and Jinx got out of the car, while Synola and Rayann remained inside. Tizzy convinced Jinx to let her do the talking this time. Luckily, Denny Kinslow was still at Lance’s house. Both boys were in the yard raking leaves.
Tizzy approached the boys and offered her best smile and thought about produce. Denny, a string bean of a kid, had a mop of strawberry blonde hair tussled above eyes the color of blueberries. Not gray, but not exactly blue either. She decided they would break a lot of hearts someday.
Lance, short and pudgy with a goofy smile, paled in comparison. A sprinkle of freckles tracked across his nose like a trail of ants on their way to a picnic. He would definitely jump off a cliff if everyone else did.
“Lance? I’m Tizzy Donovan. May I talk to you boys a minute?”
Tizzy smoothed her hands over her black turtle neck sweater. One of her favorites, it clung to her body and covered the waist of her skinny leg jeans, which were neatly tucked into leather knee boots. The wind blew a strand of her hair across her face and she pushed it behind her ear. When Lance’s eyes drifted from her mouth, to her boobs, she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Lance?” she repeated.
“Uh—oh, yeah,” he said, lifting his eyes up and dropping the rake.
“You’re not in trouble, okay? I understand you boys toilet-papered the Hendly’s house Saturday morning.”
Both boys exchanged looks, and Denny hooked his fingers in his belt loops. “Who told you that?”
“Jimmy Wayne. He said y’all saw a couple of trucks drive by while you were there. Did either of you get a look at the license plates or the drivers?”
Denny shifted his weight from side to side, and his eyes went to Tizzy’s breasts.
“Denny? You were saying?” Tizzy asked, snapping him back to the subject.
“Oh, we hid until they went past, but when they braked at the stop sign, I peeked out and saw a man and a woman in the black truck. In the white one, I think there was just a man.”
“Think hard,” she said. “Did y’all notice any bumper stickers, or damage to the trucks? Anything unusual?”
Both boys zeroed in on her chest again.
Tizzy snapped her fingers. “Hey, up here,” she said, pointing to her face.
The boys jerked their heads up. “No, that’s all,” Denny said and Lance nodded.
Jinx stepped forward. “What about make or model?”
Lance turned his attention to Jinx. “The white one was a Chevy, fairly new. The black one was older and a Ford. I don’t know what year.”
“Thank you. You’ve been helpful,” Tizzy said.
Back in the car, Jinx’s phone chirped and broke the silence. “Hey, Bubba, give me some news I can use.” He paused and listened for a few seconds, then said, “Okay, I’ll tell her. Thanks, man.”
Tizzy glanced over her shoulder. “What was that about?”
“Bubba got the report back on Ridge’s phone and GPS. The last location shown on the positioning system indicated east about two miles out of town, then nothing. The last time the phone pinged was within the vicinity of Browning house.”
“So what does that mean exactly?” Tizzy asked.
“More than likely, the GPS was disabled. Bubba drove out to the location and didn’t find anything. It’s probably still in the truck, just not working. As for the Phone,” he said, as they pulled into Tizzy’s drive, “if it was in the house, your forensics guy, Ted, would have found it. So, let’s spread out and cover the outside grounds.”
Jinx
Similar Books
