Bailed Out (The Anna Albertini Files #2) - Rebecca Zanetti Page 0,62
asked.
“Well, I’m on a stakeout, and it’s for your client, so I wondered if you wanted to join me and talk about the case,” I said, watching a few kids skateboard down the street. “Maybe you could bring dinner?”
His sigh was a little much. “You know we’re on opposite sides of this, or at the very least, you’re a witness?”
“Yeah, but I’m on leave, and I have a theory,” I said. “You’re a charming guy, and I think you might be able to get somewhere with Kelsey Walker when I haven’t. What do you say?”
“Fine, but I’m only bringing you dinner so you can give me a better heads up about your Uncle Sean and what I can expect tomorrow during the qualifying round. Tell me where you are.”
I gave him directions and disengaged the call as Kelsey drove toward me and parked at the curb in front of her apartment. She hopped out with her jacket over her arm, grabbing her purse and a bottle of water before shutting the door. A couple of minutes later, her older sister parked behind her. Krissy drove a silver BMW. Interesting. I hadn’t realized that fairly new morticians made that much money. Of course, her family did own the funeral home and mortuary.
Krissy carried bags of takeout food that looked like tacos, and my stomach growled some more. She walked into the apartment without knocking.
My sisters did the same thing.
About twenty minutes later, Clark parked his old Chevy behind me and hustled up to my door, handing over a bag before taking his seat.
“I love Fred’s Thai,” I said, digging in right away.
Clark handed over two sodas, and I put one in my cup holder. “This is weird. Does the prosecuting attorney’s office do stakeouts?”
“Yeah. We do whatever we need to do in order to get justice within the law.” I munched happily on noodles out of the carton. It was our office motto and had been for as long as anybody remembered. “You guys don’t watch clients or witnesses?”
“Not usually.” Clark reached into the bag and drew out some type of chicken dish. “What are we watching for?”
“I’m not sure.” Man, Fred had added extra spice this time. My stomach protested, but I kept eating anyway. It was delicious. “If nothing happens, I think you should go visit and ask some questions.” I ran him through everything I knew as well as the description of the mysterious tattoo. “What do you think?”
“I’m not sure. Did you do a google search of the letters?” he asked.
“Sure. Lots of businesses and a movie or two, but nothing that would make sense as a tattoo on any of these people.”
He took a drink of his diet soda. Interesting. The guy didn’t have an ounce of extra fat on him and he drank diet. “I can try to talk to them, but they don’t sound all that welcoming.”
Motorcycle pipes ripped through the peaceful evening.
“Here we go,” I said, sitting up straighter.
Rich and Saber came into view and parked their bikes behind Krissy’s BMW. I pointed them out and explained who each man was to Clark.
He frowned. “So Rich is with this training business, and Saber is with the Lordes, and you keep seeing them together?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m starting to wonder if Saber and Kelsey have something going on because Krissy is definitely with Rich Pucci.” What a name. Seriously.
“Does Aiden know?”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted, my stomach hurting a little bit. “I’ll ask him tonight about Saber as well as the tattoo. Maybe he knows something.” Although, it wouldn’t be the first time Aiden didn’t share information with me. We needed to get over that if we were going to keep seeing each other.
Unlike the rest of the world, Clark didn’t open his mouth and give me his opinion about Aiden.
I waited, ate more noodles, and then waited some more. “All right. Why aren’t you lecturing me about dating Aiden? I know you must’ve seen the newspaper article, and our business runs on gossip, so you obviously knew I’d been put on leave because you didn’t ask me about it when I said I was free for a stakeout because of the leave.”
Clark swallowed more soda. “I knew about the forced leave within ten minutes of Nick kicking you out of the office. Gossip is crazy in the judicial corner.”