“Nice,” The three men answered in union, smiling.
“Sarge just sent a text. Tampa PD is aware of the investigation and why we are here. She’s calling the Captain to give her a heads up about SSA Dumbass in case he wants to be a dick and call them to file a complaint,” York informed her teammates.
Pratt smirked as she stared over at SSA Stonewall. “Let him, I’ll be a bitch and set Keon on his twatopotamous ass.”
York rubbed her stomach as the team heard it rumble. “Awesome. Let’s go get some grub. Sarge said she found a place called Donovan’s to grab a bite and regroup.”
Raso rubbed her stomach as well as they all headed to the SUV. “That’s good. I’m starving like a hooker who missed a fix!”
“Did she…you know what, never mind. I don’t want to know!” Pratt rolled her eyes, placing her hands in the air in the surrender position.
York leaned over into Cortez’s ears and whispered “Oh Lord help us! Diesel’s rubbing off on Ice.”
Pratt mumbled as she walked away. “I told you fucking twats she was crazy!”
An hour later, Alpha Squad had been seated at a table inside of Donovan’s. The team gave their orders to the waitress, waiting until she walked away before discussing the case with each other.
“What did you guys find out about Robinson?” Brocard started as soon as the coast was clear.
Keeping a straight face, Pratt looked at her teammates. “Well, he’s been dead for several hours. We have to wait for the autopsy report to find out if he was dead meat or live bait when the gator decided to use him for a snack.”
The team looked over at Diesel when they heard her suck in her breath and mumble at the same time. Following her line of sight, Pratt, Raso, York and Cortez saw the three men from the crime scene as well as four new faces joining them.
Rameriez stared hard at the men, open mouthed as they stood there talking with one of the waitresses. “Those two with the black hair have to be brothers.”
“I think there’s three brothers,” Diesel ogled the group of men.
Pratt’s phone rang in the middle of her deciding to bang her head against the table, the window or the wall behind her. “Pratt”
“Red! I landed ten minutes ago. Was already in the air, halfway there when I called you earlier. Where are you at now?”
“Hey, Uncle Larry. We’re at a place called Donovan’s, just sat down and ordered.”
“Good. I’m pulling in now. I’m meeting the guys I told you about for dinner. They should be in the place already. I’ll introduce you all.”
“That’s great! Not sure if they have enough tables for us all though. It’s pretty packed.” Pratt looked around the friendly pub style restaurant.
“They have a private dining area we can use if it’s available. I’ll text Ian to check into it. See you ladies in a few minutes.”
Raso leaned into the table, placing her elbows on the table with her chin on top of her hands, batting her eye lashes. “Who was that?”
“My godfather, Larry. He’s already in Tampa, getting ready to walk into Donovan’s.”
“Whoa, who’s that silver talk drink of yummy water walking in the door?” Diesel turned around in her chair, learning over the back as if being pulled by a string towards the door.
Pratt stood up, grabbing her napkin and walked over to Diesel, wiping her mouth roughly. “I swear to all that’s holy, Diez, I will cut your fucking ass. Paws off my godfather you tramp!”
The good-looking silver fox walked over to the group of women, pulling her into a hug, “Laura! You’re looking beautiful as always.”
“Uncle Larry! It’s so good to see you too. How have you been?”
“Great…Great! How are those babies doing? I must thank you for the pictures you sent of all three kids. Those kids have their mother’s good looks.”
Pratt laughed as she patted her uncle’s arms. “They are growing so fast. Cody will be twelve this year and the twins will be five years old in three months. Cody has been asking for more siblings but I’m just not ready yet.”
Diesel jumped up out of her seat and extended her hands to the man who joined the group. “Hi, I’m Detective Cheryl Diesel, Red’s co-worker.”
Pratt groaned as she shot Diesel a dirty look. “The grand poo pah of slutsville! Ladies, this is my Uncle Larry, as in Deputy Director of the FBI Larry Keon, and very happily attached, trampopotamous!”
