Steel’s POV
Grace’s eyes looked like lightning as she growled – yes! Literally growled! – at Prez.
“s**t,” he exclaimed, taking a surprised step back. “Down, Pitbull!”
For effects, she snapped her teeth at him, just to show how much of a Pitbull she could be!
“We want to catch the people who did this to her,” I said, and came between them, effectively turning Grace’s attention from our president to me. “Don’t you want the same?”
To say that she was against accepting our help would be an understatement! She abhorred the idea of us having anything to do with her, Cracker, or this case. And it didn’t help matters much when she was already convinced, she knew who’d done it.
“Sheriff Jones and his carnival of f*****g bamboos did this to her,” she growled, folding her arms over her chest a
