Frost scoffed. “I think you might have offended me, officer. Hero and I are upstanding citizens of Rockton. I can’t tell you the last time I had a run-in with the law.”
Ransom locked eyes with Frost. “May first, twenty seventeen. You were drunk and disorderly. You rode a pink Power Wheels Jeep from the clubhouse to the gas station for a case of beer and whiskey. You should have gotten a DUI but you managed to talk your way out of that.”
“He’s good,” Frost mumbled under his breath.
We weren’t getting anywhere going back and forth. The Devil’s Knights didn’t want any problems with the police.
I shifted forward and held up my hands. “Look, we didn’t kill Bunny. She worked for the club. We want to know what happened to her and why.”
“And as soon as we find that out, we’ll let you know. Let us do our job. We don’t want you popping up everywhere you are. You keep doing it, and we’ll bring you in for obstructing an investigation.”
That was some fucking bullshit right there. We weren’t doing anything to mess with the investigation.
The door to the interrogation room swung open.
A guy who looked younger than Frost and me stood in the doorway. He was dressed the same as Ransom in dress slacks, b
utton down shirt, and butt ass ugly shoes. Was there a dress code around here that they all needed to look like shit? “We got another one,” the kid panted.
“What?” Ransom barked.
“Over off Highland road.”
Ransom pointed his finger at me. “You stay here,” he ordered.
Frost and I exchanged a look. I stood and straightened my cut. “Well, I think we’re done here, Ransom. You did, after all, tell us we were free to go whenever we wanted.”
Ransom shot up and rounded the table. He stood toe-to-toe with me and got in my face. “You need to go back to your little motorcycle club and leave the investigating to the professionals. You catch my drift?”
I smiled. “I hear you loud and clear, Detective.” I slid my sunglasses over my eyes and turned to Frost. “I think I feel like taking the long way back to the clubhouse. How about you?”
Frost chuckled. “Sounds good to me. Maybe we could pick up some dinner at Bruno’s on the way.”
Ransom slammed his fist on the table and stormed out.
“Guess he doesn’t like Bruno’s,” I laughed.
“What’s not to like about the best restaurant on Highland road?” Frost asked.
*
Reva
“Excellent call getting to-go.” Greta grabbed a mozzarella stick and popped it into her mouth.
“I have good ideas every now and then.” I took a sip of my water and tucked my feet under my butt.
Greta and I were camped out in front of the living room TV with a huge spread from the local Italian place. I hadn’t thought we ordered a lot, but there was no way we were going to be able to eat everything. Even if Hero didn’t come over until tomorrow, there would be plenty of food for him.
“So, spill the beans on how you met Hero. I didn’t even know you existed until last night.”
I laughed and dunked my mozzarella stick in the marinara. “Huh, one of the dogs I was grooming escaped and decided to go check out the backyard of the clubhouse. Turns out Barbara the poodle really liked Hero. He helped me bring her back to the shop.”
“Figures,” Greta cackled. “The bitches love Hero.”
“It seems that all dogs like Hero,” I giggled.
Greta set her empty plate on the coffee table. “I do remember when he was younger, he always had a dog following him around as he got into trouble.”