I laughed and fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. “I’m pretty sure I’m older than you, Greta.” And I didn’t think she was an ol’ lady.
She rolled her eyes. “Then just call me Sister Greta.”
A laugh escaped my lips. “I don’t think nuns are tattooed and have blue hair.”
“Yeah.” She looked at the sleeve of tattoos covering her arm. “I’m a little too colorful for that nun life.”
Maybe Greta was exactly who I needed to talk to, though.
She hitched her thumb over her shoulder toward the door. “I just gotta make a couple of calls while you finish beautifying that pup.”
I nodded and smiled. “Fifteen minutes and I’ll be out.”
She gave me a thumbs up and headed back outside.
Hero hadn’t been mean to me; he had just been a little too curt. There had been an edge to his voice that I had never heard before.
I sighed and got back to finishing up Tucker. I was probably being too sensitive and just needed to suck it up. I had no idea what Hero was up to, so it didn’t really make sense for me to offer to help. I had decided that I was going to ride the wave with Hero for however long it lasted and just enjoy it. I didn’t know it was going to be a little bumpy so soon.
*
Chapter Thirteen
Hero
“You know this is getting a little suspicious, right?”
I rolled my eyes, but the guy had a point. “We just came to have a little chat with Charlie,” I insisted.
“Then why did he call 9-1-1?”
Because he was a fucking chicken? Coward? Lame as fuck? Any of those applied to Bunny’s ex. “I don’t know. We just knocked on the door.”
“Did he know you were coming?”
No. If he had, he probably wouldn’t have been home. “I lost his number. We used to be buddies back in the day.”
Two hours ago, we had knocked on Charlie Winslow’s front door, and then fifteen minutes later, all hell broke loose. Good ol’ Charlie called the cops on us, and now, Frost and I were sitting in an interrogation room at the police station.
We had been told we weren’t under arrest, but they wanted to have a talk with us. Since Frost and I weren’t looking for trouble, we hopped on our bikes and headed down to the station with two police cars following us.
Now Detective Ransom sat opposite us. He didn’t seem too convinced that Frost and I had popped over to Charlie’s house unannounced with the story Charlie was an old friend. “Charlie said he has never met either of you in his life before.”
Frost chuckled. “That Charlie. He sure is a kidder.”
Ransom sat back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. “Look. How about I don’t think you guys are idiots and you do the same? Deal?”
“Never once thought you were an idiot.” I laid my hand on the table. “We just wanted to have a conversation with Charlie. We don’t know why he freaked out the way he did.”
“What did you want to talk to him about?” Ransom asked.
He knew. He knew exactly why we were there and what we wanted to talk about. “I thought we agreed we were going to go with the non-idiot route of each other?”
Ransom growled under his breath. He didn’t want to have to deal with us. Tough luck. We weren’t going anywhere as long as Bunny’s killer was out there. “He doesn’t have a clue who killed Bunny. We talked to him this morning.”
“Then why did he call you guys when we knocked on his door?” I countered.
Ransom leaned in and rested his arms on the table. “Because four hours earlier, we had talked to him about his dead girlfriend, and then, you two thugs show up on his doorstep unannounced. He thought you were there to kill him.”