CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“I don’t like it, Legs,” Ruger said.
He was patching the broken window with cardboard. Luckily, it was a dry night, but they wanted to keep the breeze and the bugs out.
“I didn’t think you would,” she said, using a cordless vacuum to clean up the drywall powder spread on the couch and floor.
He’d come to her outside and had his own conversation with Drew, a somewhat contrite conversation, until Drew told him about the deal with the newspaper. Ruger’s demeanor changed in an instant, and his apologies went out the window.
Their conversation continued after the cops left. Colt got the neighbors back to their houses and then left her and Ruger alone. This was the first chance she and Ruger had to address what was going on in Atlantic City.
“Jansen thinks he can take
