“I own this shop,” I pointed out. “And last I checked, I don’t have a curfew.”
Her eyes narrowed, but the sound of a beat-up old car filled the air again, coming in hot.
Silver pulled up in her shitty Grand Am and stopped right in the middle of the forecourt again.
It sputtered to a stop, and Silver got out.
“It’s overheating again, snookums,” Silver said with a look of consternation on her face. “Can you just give me that ride to work like you suggested a few minutes ago?”
“I have a few questions first,” the woman officer grumbled.
Silver’s eyes went to the officer, and she said, “No offense, Officer.” She peered hard at the officer’s chest. “Officer Moran, but I’m already late. Maybe this could wait until a decent hour?”
“My brother is missing.”
“Who’s your brother?” Silver asked, sounding deeply concerned.
It was that sunny personality she had.
The smile she never turned off.
When she frowned, it was like the sun was washed out of the sky.
I felt it deep in my chest when that smile slid off her face.
“Otto Moran. He was prospecting for the club,” Officer Moran snapped at Silver.
I gritted my teeth to stop myself from telling her to back the fuck off.
She was already sparking. I didn’t want my anger to light her up completely.
“Ohhh.” Silver snapped her fingers. “We haven’t seen him since he was told he wouldn’t be making it into the club.”
My eyebrows nearly rose to my hairline when she said those words.
I hadn’t been aware she knew that Otto didn’t make the cut.
Though, if I were being honest, it would be pretty obvious. He had been terrorizing the club for two weeks.
And she did have a sister that was married to one of the members of the Truth Tellers MC.
It made logical sense, but that didn’t make it any less surprising.
“Yeah,” Officer Moran said.
“Are you an officer in Dallas?” Silver asked curiously.
At least, she sounded curious.
She looked innocent and truthful, but there was something there. A stiffness to her features that said she wasn’t asking out of curiosity.
“No, I’m an officer in Kilgore, Texas,” she said.
“That’s like three hours away. They let you bring your cruisers that far?” Silver continued with her sweet inquisition.
Officer Moran stepped side to side, like she was getting nervous.
Maybe she didn’t have permission to bring her cruiser this far.
