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“Relax, VJ. There’s no problem. She wasn’t violent. In fact, I didn’t even know she was robbing the store until she opened the till.”
“No problem?” Now it was Pearce almost shouting. He tugged her arm turning her to face him. “Why didn’t you call us? Anything could have happened to you.”
Pearce dropped a handful of cash on the counter, swung an astonished Yasmin into his arms and said, “We’re outta here. No one is going to hurt our woman.”
Yasmin kicked as hard as should could, swinging her heels into his thigh, and slapped him across the face. “Put me down you overgrown ape, and get your brain out of rectal storage. I’m not hurt. No one is hurt. There was no violence. But I do need to tell the sheriff what I saw.”
“But— But—”
“She’s right. She’s a witness,” VJ sighed. “But dammit all, Yasmin, I can’t bear the thought of you in danger like this.”
Pearce put her down, but kept an arm around her possessively.
Just then the sheriff walked in. He looked to be in his mid-fifties, with thinning, sandy hair, a belly overhanging his belt, and a tired-looking face. Trailing after him was a pimply, gangling young man, who didn’t look old enough to drive, never mind wear a uniform.
The next fifteen minutes were very chaotic, but Yasmin soon worked out that nothing would be done, no fingerprints would be taken, and the robbery would not be taken seriously. As Sheriff Beeton explained, “No one was hurt, no weapon was used, and for five hundred dollars it makes more sense to just let the insurance company pay up than to tie up scarce County resources.”
“But they unlocked the back door. What if they go around unlocking other business’ back doors and you end up with a spate of burglaries?”
“Well, Joe, we’re both getting older, you know. I’ve never heard of people unlocking doors without keys. Usually they employ an ax. I reckon you left it unlocked.”
“You don’t believe me.” The owner, whose name must have been Joe, looked hurt.
“It’s just part of getting older. We think we’ve done something, but really—”
Joe and the girl both started arguing at once. Yasmin watched them both and she was sure they were telling the truth. The door had been locked. Which meant the burglar had gotten a key cut somewhere. Shouldn’t that make it easier to trace them and catch them? And the woman hadn’t tried to hide her face at all. She obviously didn’t think she’d be caught.
VJ cut across the acrimonious dialog. “Sheriff! Sheriff! Is there a local locksmith? Has he been robbed? Does he maybe have a list of who bought keys from him and what they open? These people are brazen. They must feel it’s pretty safe to go around robbing small amounts like this. I reckon they’ve assumed no one will be bothered to follow up on them. If you talk to the locksmith it might be possible to track down the culprit. And I’d be advising all the business owners in the district to install nice, strong, metal bolts on their doors, too.”
Sheriff Beeton sighed heavily, nodded, and wrote down the description Yasmin gave him. When she mentioned the car, he reread his notes about the woman and looked thoughtful, but he said nothing.
Yasmin insisted he take her cell phone number, and Pearce said, “We were planning to stay for a few days in the national park down the road. We’ll drop by again before we leave.”
Chapter Four
The men were incredibly possessive for the rest of the day, following her whenever she left the mobile home, tucking her into their sides and holding her hands as they walked, even standing outside the bathroom door when she visited the ladies room in the national park.
In one way, it almost made Yasmin laugh, but in another it was very touching. Despite the fact that there had never been the slightest hint of danger, VJ and Pearce were convinced she had taken a dangerous risk by looking at the robber and staying to give her statement to the sheriff.
“I wonder if the locksmith had a break-in recently,” she said. “The sheriff seemed to prick up his ears when I described the woman. She’s older than your average criminal.”
“I think it was the car that caught his attention. Although there must be hundreds of beaten-up brown cars around,” added Pearce.
“Well, we have two days here to try out some of the walking tracks, then Thursday its nose-to-the-grindstone day. On Friday we can decide if we want to stay on and look around some more or go back to the store and see if there’s any news,” said VJ.
“Right now we have someone who needs her ass spanked,” said Pearce.
“Say, what? Why?”
“For scaring us, instead of looking after yourself and calling us to help you,” he continued.
“Fuck that for a joke. I keep telling you, there was no danger.”
“Oh, I see. You can dish it out but not take it,” gloated VJ. “Although I did like the way you slapped him and told him to get his head out of his ass. That was awesome to watch.”
With no warning, the two men surrounded her, Yasmin’s jeans and panties were pulled off and she was lying across Pearce’s lap. His hand cracked down on her ass hard.
The sharp slap sent a blaze of heat through her body and directly to her cunt.
