Page 44 of Not Mine to Rescue

“Saturday night?” Sure, it would interfere with whatever Walt had planned, but I could beg off. Maybe.

“Let’s wait.”

No... I didn’t want to wait. “Honor, please, you’re killing me here.”

“When your probation ends next week, let’s celebrate as friends, not lawyer and client. We’ll see how it goes from there, okay?” She held up a finger which effectively stopped any celebration dance I was about to make. “And, you need to stay out of trouble for six more days. Got it?”

Easy peasy.

Or so I thought as I helped her get Molly buckled in and watched her drive away.

Then my phone rang.

“Yo, ’Bat. We got a problem.”

Why couldn’t Walt start a conversation with ‘hello?’ “What, where, and when?” Staying out of trouble was going to slip off the table too quickly. I could feel it.

“That chick of yours?”

My mind immediately went to Honor. “What about her?”

“She’s going to bury us unless you get your ass moving and play nice.”

“What?” Honor could bury us, probably but...

“Did you get dropped on your head? Your flaky girlfriend showed up at the strip club wanting a job. She’s twenty, you fucking idiot. You know Indy doesn’t take them that young. He hates the extra hoops he’s got to go through to make sure she ain’t drinking.”

It took me more than a few seconds to realize he was bitching about Winter. “Where is she?” Oh, right. The strip club. Man, I was off my game.

“Indy kicked her out, but she’s in the parking lot talking bullshit. Digger’s there.”

Oh fuck. Digger didn’t have the patience for that kind of trouble. “I’m on my way.” Thank goodness Honoria hadn’t stayed.

I reached the strip club and grimaced at the crowd that had gathered. There were patrons, a bouncer, my brothers, and even a cop. Digger’s face was beet red, and Zee’s wasn’t much better. Of course, with all his tattoos, it was hard to tell. I pulled on my vest over my hoodie as soon as I got out of the truck.

Winter’s eyes fell on me and lit up.

In any other era, or in a different situation, that might have been all I needed to slip off the cliff’s edge of insanity and let her glom on. But there was no contest. I’d wait for Honor to come willingly to my bed. Winter couldn’t match that.

I swaggered over and recognized the cop. He’d been one of the guys who’d seen me ride up to Nickel’s house on a really bad day. I greeted him by name. “Yo, Joe, how’s it hanging?”

His eyes narrowed.

I guess Officer Joe didn’t like being called out like that. I switched tactics. “Did you arrest the accomplices in that home invasion from October?” As in, do your damn job, dickhead. “Destruction of property, auto theft, and attempted murder have got to be keeping you busy, right?”

“If they aren’t dead already, I’ll arrest them. You wouldn’t know where their bodies are, would you?”

“Hopefully standing on all ten toes and breathing so they face justice. But bringing them to face justice isn’t my job is it?” I put extra smarm in it so he’d drop the topic.

Instead, he latched on worse than a dog tick. He stuck a thumb at Digger, which was a mistake. “Your boy here knows one of their victims. Do you think you can talk him into a statement for me?”

I knew just the lawyer who’d eviscerate him if he tried that. “Well, I’d love to arrange that but the club’s lawyer is on paternity leave.”

Digger’s eyes shot to mine. I shouldn’t know that tidbit, and likely he didn’t know it yet either, which was why he looked so alarmed.

“They got other lawyers.”

The grin that spread across my face grew exponentially. “Like that tall brunette with the long legs and high heels?”