Connie sped up CeCe’s driveway, shining her lights on his face as he kneeled in his garage, digging in a box.
He smirked, turned his back, and continued pulling out tools.
Connie jumped out the car so fast she didn’t even close her door.
“Well, well.” CeCe bounced on his feet, examining a wrench. “To what do I owe this surprise?”
She snatched her g*n out the holster and aimed it at the back of his head. “Make a move and I’ll paint this garage with your brains.”
He chuckled. “Should this be turning me on? Because it is. ”
“Where is the girl?” She pushed the g*n into his head. “Where is she?”
“You’ve lost it, Connie.” His laughter faded into a light chuckle. “Crashing funerals, threatening people with guns. They locked me up and you’re walking around free?”
“I’m not playing with you
