Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

Liam was equally relaxed, no doubt acting calm when he wanted to throttle the fucker. But, he had procedure to follow. The sheriff couldn’t beat up a suspect, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Let’s recap for the DA, shall we?” Liam said.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Porter Duke, District Attorney of Raines County has now joined the interview,” Liam said in a clear voice for the recording. “Tommy says he was in bed sleeping at the time of the robbery.”

Bullshit, especially since Jill had the voicemail with him admitting the crime. “I understand you owe people some money,” I said instead.

Tommy shrugged. “You’ve got a mortgage, right? You owe people some money, too.”

“Ten thousand dollars, your sister says,” I continued.

“It’s all fine. Jilly’s helping me out.”

I sat and stared at him, my eyebrow raised. “By letting you clean out her house? What else are you going to pawn?”

He picked at a hangnail on his thumb. “It’s just meaningless stuff. Electronics, old jewelry. It’s not like Jill needs it. She’s never home.”

Because she works all the time.

“How’s she helping you out?” Liam asked.

Besides paying off the remainder of her mom’s medical bills all by herself.

For the first time, Tommy looked away. “It’s not like she’s going to get in trouble. She’s fucking the two of you. She got off for the break in, free and clear.”

I glanced at Liam.

“She didn’t break into Dr. Metzger’s office,” he said, leaving off the fact that we were her alibi.

Tommy shook his head and said, “Yeah, and even though her alarm code was used, she’s still got a job. Nothing happened to her.”

I hadn’t heard if she got her job back or not. He was too cocky with his sister’s life.

“What are you saying, she gave you the code?” I asked. “That she’s your accomplice?”

Tommy shrugged, scratched his head. “Like I said, she knew you’d help her out. I mean, I am her brother.”

I instantly thought of Sierra, the woman who’d had a “relationship” with me to get out of going to prison. It had worked, her case thrown out because of a technicality, which was me fucking her. And that had gotten me fired and I’d had to return to Raines, tail between my legs. I hadn’t tried to get serious with a woman after that until Jill.

Jill loved her brother, perhaps too much for how he treated her. But he was all she had. With her mom dying of cancer, her dad bolting when she was a little kid, she craved family. She’d do anything for Tommy. I’d seen the way she resigned herself to retrieving her mom’s pin from the pawnbroker, forking over her own cash to get it back. Shit, while I didn’t have any siblings, if one of my cousins pulled that shit, I’d have beat the crap out of him. She hadn’t cut Tommy off, changed the locks on the house. Stopped giving him cash. She was an enabler, but to what extent?

“What else is Jill doing to get money for you?”

Tommy leaned forward, grinned. “It’s pretty tight. I mean, writing fake scripts is a pretty sweet plan, especially getting in with you two with a get-out-of-jail-free card dangling from your dicks.”

Holy fuck.

Writing fake prescriptions? That was a worse offense than breaking and entering. And she was getting away with it. Clearly, Dr. Metzger didn’t know. Hell, we were fucking her and we didn’t know. God, she was good. She switched from dating to fucking just so she could keep herself out of jail. And both of us. The sheriff and the DA.

“Don’t disrespect your sister by talking about her like that,” Liam snarled.

Tommy held up his hands in surrender.

“Whatever, man. Just telling it like I see it. I mean, if I swung the other way, I’d fuck both of you, too.”

Liam’s fists clenched and I was impressed with his restraint. I was too distracted by what Jill had done to me. Was still doing.