Blaze (Steel Brothers Saga 21)
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“You sure about that?”
“No. No.” She looks frantically toward the closed door heading to the exam rooms in the back. “You can’t. If you could, you’d have done it a long time ago.”
“What have you been doing since you’ve been back, Brittany? Make any trips to Denver lately? To a bank?”
She picks up her phone. “I’m calling the cops.”
“Please do.”
She bangs her phone down on the desk. “What the hell do you want?”
“You know exactly what I want. Show me. Show me the fake ID that got you into Rory’s safe-deposit box.”
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do. Or you’d be a lot madder than you are now. What the hell has Lamone ever done for you? Why are you helping him?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Daddy!”
“Good, good. Bring Daddy out here. I think he’ll be interested to know what you’ve been up to.”
“Damn it, Callie. What do you want?”
“Give me the ID, Brittany.”
“I don’t have any fake ID.”
“Then how? Tell me how you two got into that safe-deposit box and stole property belonging to Rory and me.”
She opens her mouth, and—
Doc Sheraton booms through the door again. “Come on back, Callie. Dusty’s a little nervous, and I need both you and Rory to hold her while I give her the shot.”
Lousy timing, Doc.
I give Brittany a look that I hope says this isn’t over, and I follow Doc back.
“Hey, Cal,” Rory says. “Dusty’s really nervous. She’s already peed everywhere.”
“Sorry about that.”
“No worries,” Doc says. “It happens a lot. Especially with rescues. If you can hold her and Rory can talk to her, that will help. Rory’s voice seems to soothe her.”
Not surprising.
I love this gorgeous dog, and I’ll do what I can to make her more at ease and keep her healthy.
But I also know something else.
When we get back out to reception, Brittany will be gone.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
DONNY
I lift my eyebrows when I find Dad at the breakfast table Saturday morning. Mom is nowhere to be found. I’ve slept a little later than usual. Eight o’clock a.m. After tossing and turning for several hours, I finally fell off near four o’clock, so I’m still pretty darned tired.
Still no word from Monarch Security or Drew, despite both their assurances that they’d have information within forty-eight hours, though I did see Drew yesterday when I picked up the new ring. It’s nearly as gorgeous as the one nestled inside Dad’s safe.