18
Avery
Meg was more than happy to show up at the seedy bar on her night off for the chance of making an arrest. The tiny, pushy woman arrived and scooted a bar stool that was almost bigger than her over to our table. Making herself at home, she reached over and grabbed a loaded baked potato skin from my plate.
“Help yourself,” I said, sounding more perturbed than I really was.
Completely unfazed by my snarky comment, Meg asked, “Is this all you’re having? I could take down an entire pizza all by myself.”
“Charming,” I muttered, but couldn’t keep from smiling at the petite, surprisingly tough woman with the hollow leg when it came to food.
She waggled a finger at Gage and boldly said, “I’ve been keeping a very close eye on you since your arrival in town.”
“Meg!” I half-shouted, stu
