18
Nate
We were finishing up the bags when Logan said, “Heads-up.” He nodded to the street.
A line of cop cars had turned on the road leading to the house.
“Three.” Logan whistled. “Damn, he must be poker buddies with the chief.”
“Or the chief likes to go to his casino and gets the VIP treatment.”
Logan grunted. “I forgot about that place. That could be a connection we’ll have to get creative about.”
I didn’t want to ask what Logan meant by that. At this point, what I didn’t know might do better for me down the road.
I shot him a look. “Nothing illegal.”
He snorted, grinning. “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”
“Or that I really do know you.”
He gave me a veiled grin as the first squad car parked right behind Quincey and her friend’s vehicles.
I didn’t like that at all.
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