I flipped it open.
“Hello?”
“Hello yourself, woman. You comin’ to get me, or what?”
It was Tex.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“They’re lettin’ me out and won’t let me walk or take a taxi.”
I thought about this. He was at Denver Health and it was at least five miles from his house. Crazy Tex roaming the streets whacked out on pain killers did not sound like a peaceful afternoon for Denver.
Two more cop cars angled in, followed by a Channel 9 News van.
Great.
The pot jungle was going to be big news.
“When are they releasing you?” I asked Tex.
“Ten minutes ago.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
I flipped the phone shut and Hank stared at me. “What now?”
Ally came out of the house just ahead of Jorge, Carl and The Kevster.
Or, I should say, Ally sashayed out of the house with a knowing smile on her face and Carl followed staring at her ass, a knowing smile on his face too.
Another cop car angled in and Channel 7 News jockeyed for a parking spot. Jorge tossed Hank his cuffs as he passed us, escorting Kevin to the squad car.
“Come visit me, Rock Chicks,” Kevin shouted, luckily not holding any grudges. “Bring brownies!”
“You take him brownies and I’ll kill you,” Hank said.
I ignored his threat. “Do you have to stay here?”
“No, I briefed Jorge. They have it covered. We’ll go into the station later to give our statements.”
“Good, we have to go get Tex from the hospital. They released him ten minutes ago and he needs a ride.”
Hank was shaking his head again.
“We’re not goin’ to Tex’s house. There’s strong physical evidence that suggests he has tear gas and grenades. I don’t even want to think about what we’ll find in his house. I’ll have to call the ATF and those guys are nuts.”
“Then don’t come in,” I suggested.
“Indy –”
I pulled out my trump card.
“He took a bullet for me.”
That did it.
“Lee owes me big time for this,” Hank muttered as he walked to his SUV.