law?”
“I don’t know, but it’s going to piss her off that we know this information.”
“I just hope she washes her hands. Besides, she’ll only hate me more if she knows I’m aware of her Donut King secret. I think that will make things worse.” If I’ve learned anything about Missy it’s that she’s a little bit vindictive and a lot crazy.
“No, she’ll know she better back her ass off,” Kayla fires back, and I stare at her for a second.
“You already told her, didn't you?” Kayla tries to look sheepish but it doesn't work.
“Before I came running over here I might have dropped the pictures into her car.”
“Was it open?” I turn around when red and blue lights pass my window to go behind the building. Kayla takes off running towards the back of the store and opens the back door. She peeks out before slamming it shut and looking at me with wide eyes.
“I’ve been here all day,” she rushes to say.
“What did you do?” I hiss, because this cannot be good.
“It was locked but the window was down a little so I tried to push it down more so I could open the door. The glass on the window shattered when I was pushing and I didn’t know what to do. How could it break so easily? I’m not even strong.” She holds up her arm, flexing it. “That’s not how science works.”
“Kayla, if the window was cracked, why not slip the pictures in and walk away?”
“Oh.” Her mouth forms a perfect O shape as it dawns on her that she could have done that instead of trying to open the door. “No one will ever know it was me.”
She might be right, but she also might be wrong.
Then we hear a scream that I’m pretty sure is Missy’s coming from nearby. Kayla’s eyes widen. It has to be a reaction to Kayla’s actions. I’m sure she called the cops about that and I’m guessing she’s seeing the pictures. But if she’s making this big of a fuss, other people are probably seeing the pictures too, and we all know the local police can’t be quiet.
wonder if I’m now an accessory to the crime. Damn it. I’ll go down with Kayla because it’s what friends do, but at least I now have a boyfriend that could bail me out.
Chapter Twelve
Shaw
I sit in the hard plastic chair waiting for them to call my name. My sigh is long and the receptionist at the desk looks over the top of her glasses at me then back down to her paperwork.
“The chief will be with you soon,” she says for what must be the hundredth time.
The only notice I got was a static-filled phone call from Barbara I could hardly understand. Something about getting arrested and needing to get bailed out. I was in my car and busting my ass to get back to Magnolia Springs before the call abruptly ended.
I’ve been sitting here for hours waiting to see what the hell happened and no one has talked to me yet. I’m two seconds away from breaking something so I can get locked up back there with her.
The beep on the door goes off and I see a big guy with close-shaven blond hair and wearing heavy combat boots walk in the door.
“I’m here to bail out Kayla.” His voice is low and stern, but the receptionist just rolls her eyes.
“Take a seat, Joe. I’ll let the chief know you’re here too.”
He grunts and walks over to the bank of seats I’m on and lifts his chin to me.
“I think my girl is in there with Kayla.” I never heard Barbara talk about Kayla dating someone, but maybe this is her brother.
“Hm,” he says in response as his eyebrows furrow. “What the hell did they do?”
“No idea.”
“Shaw!” the receptionist calls like I haven’t been sitting here waiting the whole time. “Chief will see you now.”
She points over her shoulder and goes back to her paperwork. I guess this small town plays it a little laid-back when it comes to how this police station runs.
I can feel the guy’s eyes on my back as I push through the little swinging half door and walk down the long hall. When I see the door marked Chief, I knock on it as I walk in. The guy behind the desk stands up and walks around. He shakes my hand and closes the door behind me then asks me to have a seat.
He’s tall and