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“What’s Grampa saying now?” Alicia asked.
“He thinks I should warn the police so they can come up with a reason to keep people out of the woods.”
“You’re a clever lady,” Alicia replied. “Come up with your own reason, one the police will believe.”
Ray nodded enthusiastically. “And let the police act accordingly.”
“Like what? It isn’t like we have oil spills in Pennsylvania.”
“It rained again last night. Trails get slippery and dangerous. I’m sure nobody wants their hard-earned tax dollars to be spent on rescues and lawsuits.”
I stared at her.
She shrugged. “Mom’s a lawyer. What do you expect?”
Ray’s belly laugh was a delightful sound. “Leave it to my baby girl to come up with that one.”
“I’ll call West and have him suggest a temporary closure. Chief Garcia will be more inclined to listen to him.” The alpha enjoyed a bond with the police chief that I didn’t have. It also helped that he lived in Arrowhead trailer park; his concern would carry more weight.
“Darren will be bummed,” Alicia said. “He loves camping.”
“He probably likes being alive more.”
Alicia nodded. “Truth.”
I left Alicia to complete her homework and walked to the cemetery for privacy before making the call to West.
“Monk’s won’t be happy,” West said, once he’d agreed to contact Chief Garcia. “Sullivan should close his club, too.”
“He won’t have a choice if the police restrict access to the forest.”
“His clientele are just as likely to arrive from underground or the crossroads as they are from the roads.”
“That’s true. I’ll let him know.” I’d make sure the suggestion came from me. The demon prince would likely argue if he thought he was being ordered around by West. Although they were willing to work together for the common good, that didn’t mean they liked each other.
I hung up the phone and returned to the house to check on my guests and retrieve my keys and purse. If I had to tell my sort-of boyfriend how to run his business, it seemed like the kind of conversation best had in person.
CHAPTER 12
Josie’s groan was audible as I crossed the lounge of the Devil’s Playground. “Why did the bouncer let you in? Tell Larry he’s fired.”
I planted myself on a stool at the bar. “Is that how you treat the clientele?”
“You don’t count. You’re not a paying customer.”
I opened my purse and tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the counter. “There. Now I am.”
She flicked the bill back toward me. “Your money’s no good here. Kane’s stupid orders.”
“Speaking of—where is he?”
“On a call. He’ll be done in a minute.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know who’s on the other line, and how long it will take for Kane’s patience to run out.”
“Someone from hell?”
