Eleven
Terin“I WAS IN the neighborhood and figured you might need my statement,” he replied, his lip twitching. “And... you’re welcome.”
Cocky bastard.
I smirked. “Well, I do appreciate it. Thank you.”
“What about Chips? Did you catch him?” asked Cole.
“No. Unfortunately, he got away,” I replied, checking out the many tattoos he had on his muscular arms. He’d removed his jacket and was wearing a cut that identified him as a Gold Viper Prospect. “As did Gomer. Obviously.”
“At least you know who they are.” He looked at Walters. “I see you brought back-up this time.”
Tearing my eyes away from his biceps, I introduced Walters.
“I think we’ve met,” said Cole, pulling out a small lighter from the front pocket of his jeans. “You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?”
“Unfortunately, there’s no
