CHAPTER FIVE
ALF DIDN’T RECOGNIZE the phone number, but since Clovis was on the run he answered it anyway. “Hello?”
“It’s me.”
Clovis. “Thank god. Where are you?”
“I’m pursuing our suspect.”
Alf signaled to his brothers to keep the noise down. They’d gathered at Honeybun home base to discuss what to do about Clovis’s latest boondoggle.
His brothers ignored him, too caught up in torturing each other to listen.
“Hold on, bro. The natives are restless here.” Alf pulled the phone away from his ear. “Hey juvenile delinquents, keep the noise down. I’ve got Clovis on the phone.”
Angie grabbed Alastair’s hand as he reached for the water pistol they’d been fighting over and snatched it before he could. “I’ll just hold onto this until later.”
Stair frowned, then pulled her close and started
