Chapter 7
Some dude in a Bob’s Tree Service sweatshirt came toward us with a huge pair of bolt cutters. His build was like that of a Marvel superhero, specifically The Hulk.
“Back off!” Patrick wasn’t having it.
“Hand me Wilbur, please.” I said to Benji.
Bless my little guy’s heart, he started growling like a guard dog three times his size.
“Hey, guys.” One of the cops was Andre Ford.
“Good morning.” I forced a smile. “Does he get to cut us loose?” I nodded toward The Hulk, my eyes on Andre.
“Nope. He’s going to put those down, or I’m going to arrest him.”
“What the f**k!” Hulk asked.
“Temporary injunction,” Andre said. “Town Supervisor Marcum got hold of a judge last night.”
“She did?” I asked.
“She did. Nothing is set in stone or anything, but we’re on hold, at least.”
“That’
