Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
She still had another semester at college, and paying rent on another apartment in a town she wasn’t living in full time didn’t make sense to me, but she’d waved it off, mentioning that the rent was nothing.
Nothing to her, apparently.
She also said there was nothing going on with her and Colby, even though they were constantly bickering and glaring at each other. Glares with definite sexual undertones. She refused to talk about it, therefore, I didn’t talk about it.
She had other things to talk about, though. This became apparent as we drank coffee at our cottage—ours, mine and Elden’s… It was still wild to think that—having a quiet morning since Elden was at the club, and neither of us had shifts at Oliver’s. I knew my time there was limited, the further along I got. Elden was getting increasingly protective as time went on. It didn’t piss me off as much as it should’ve. In fact, it didn’t piss me off at all.
I liked feeling protected, nurtured in that way. Loved that he loved me and the changes I was going through while growing our daughter. There was not a moment I felt insecure or alone.
“There was another murder while we were gone,” Sariah informed me, putting her mug down.
“Another murder?” I shivered at the thought of it. Maybe that’s what the meeting at the club was about. Maybe that’s what all the overprotective stuff was about. Elden and I hadn’t talked about the murders, and it . wasn’t like it was exactly the club’s job to be investigating.
“Only the next town over this time,” Sariah nodded. “She was our age. Home from college. She was working at a strip club to pay her way.”
Blood pounded in my ears.
Sariah nodded at what I guessed was my horrified expression. “Definitely a serial killer. And fucking no one is reporting about it. The only reason I know is that Ollie’s monitoring the police stations in the area.” She shook her head. “Someone has to do something.”
I sighed. “Someone does have to do something,” I agreed. “And not just when some girl with a rich family or the right photo for a news piece gets hurt.”
Sariah drained her coffee mug, standing. “Let’s go, then.”
I frowned at her. “Where are we going?”
She put her hand on her hip. “We’re going to do something. Because like you said, no one else will until some pretty rich girl gets hurt. And who knows how many other women he will go through before the police get their heads out of their asses or when the media will decide someone is worth reporting on.”
I thought about it. It was wildly irresponsible to get involved in something like that. But letting the police do their job didn’t seem to be working out, especially if Sariah was right, and our local sheriff only cared about bringing down the club.
“Elden will be mad.” I grimaced.
She smiled. “I know. Won’t it be great?”
“Sariah,” I groaned. “Things are peaceful between us now.”
She rolled her eyes. “Snore. Plus, we both know it’s worth the makeup sex. And I’m not going to put you in any danger. I never would. We’re just going to put some fire under some asses. Unless you’re already a boring old soccer mom, then fine…” she trailed off, inspecting her nails.
The bitch knew how to get to me. “Fine,” I huffed, standing up. “But Elden can’t know.”
“ I promise,” she rubbed her hands together. “We’ll be as quiet as church mice.”
We had been planning on going in there to ask some questions. Innocent questions. We certainly hadn’t planned on getting into any trouble.
But Sariah was there. I was there. We got a little angry.
Trouble happened.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The police station itself was small, well maintained, quiet. Which made sense. The town of Garnett wasn’t exactly wild with crime.
I’d not so much as been pulled over for a speeding ticket. And I did speed. A lot. Elden yelled at me about it all the time.
I ignored him all the time.
The lobby of the station itself was the same as the outside, clean, quiet. There was one officer behind some plexiglass who looked up when we walked in. He did not look back down at whatever he was doing. His tongue was practically wagging as we approached.
Which made sense. I mean, I guessed I looked okay. My jeans were tight and showed of my mid-section in the crop top I was wearing. I planned on wearing jeans as much as possible and showing off my flat stomach as much as possible before it stopped being flat and my jeans stopped fitting. As it was, they were pretty fucking tight right now. My tits were also almost double the size, which Elden loved. My stomach was mostly flat but there was a definite swell. Especially after I had a big lunch. I’d only just started feeling well enough to eat lunch, though.