Eighteen
Cole––––––––
“SO, HOW DID it go?” asked Tank, leading me back into his office.
“It went okay, although... someone from the Devil’s Rangers called in a tip about Raina shooting your old man.”
“Assholes,” he muttered, sitting down. He ran a hand over his face. “What did the cops say about that?”
“They think it’s bullshit,” I said, sitting down across from him. “Especially since you two are getting married.”
Tank, always concerned that someone might be bugging his office, grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down something. Then handed it to me. In the note he asked if the Devil’s Rangers knew Raina had actually done it.
I nodded.
He let out a ragged sigh and then wrote down something else.
Is there any evidence that could link her to the crime?
I shook my head.
“You sure?”
