“That dirty bastard. I wouldn’t put any of this past him. Killing no, embezzling under someone else’s name, yes.” Parker reached for the door handle. “I’ve got to get the hell out of here.”
Jude handed her his phone. “Type in your number. We might have more questions for you at some point.”
Parker looked less than enthused over giving a detective her phone number.
“Your evidence could be what puts Ambrose in prison.” Jude waggled his eyebrows.
Parker managed a small laugh. She typed her number and gave the phone back to Jude before climbing out of the SUV. “Call me when they convict the SOB. I want to be there when he’s being hauled off to jail. His big dick won’t be able to save him then.” Slamming the door shut, Parker hurried toward her car.
Jude snorted. “You get anything else from Parker?”
“She’s a sweet girl who actually thought Watson was her one and only,” Cope said. “She had a whole life planned out for them in her mind. I feel bad for her, because it’s only going to get worse from here.”
“Worse, how?” Jude asked,
“She’s pregnant. Two weeks along. Parker doesn’t know yet, but I can feel the baby and his sweet little soul.” Cope smiled, there was no happier news than that a new baby was coming. “Watson’s arrest is going to fire up a shit storm. Not just for Watson and the Salem City Council, but for the First Salem Bank, not to mention when all the past lovers start creeping out of the woodwork with what they know about Watson and his big dick.”
“Promise me that if we ever get divorced that you don’t throw my big dick around as a strike against me.” Jude grinned, waggling his eyebrows.
Cope rolled his eyes. “Why the hell would I do that? If you pissed me off enough to divorce you, I’d tell the world you had a three-incher.” Cope demonstrated with his thumb and first finger. With a laugh, he got out of the SUV. As he walked toward Watson’s front door, he heard Jude’s outraged howl.
As Cope was approaching the front door, he heard shouting. It was Ambrose Watson and he was pissed off. He knocked on the door as Jude caught up with him.
Fitz opened the door. “Ronan’s nearly got him. I’m just standing by making sure Watson doesn’t try to charge at Ronan. Cope stayed with Fitz, while Jude walked into the living room to join Ronan.
“This is my partner, Jude Byrne,” Ronan said.
“Jesus, I know you!” Watson shouted. “You’re the asshole president of the Salem Elementary School’s PTA! The one who wants to indoctrinate our kids with Drag Queen Story Hour and wants to fly the pride flag on school grounds.”
“Councilman Watson,” Jude began sounding exhausted, “you have every right to disagree with my beliefs about LGBTQIA+people, however, what youdon’thave the right to do is steal a million dollars from the City of Salem and all of the taxpayers who live here.”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Watson spat back. “Miss Goodie Two Shoes Frankie Adams stole the money. There’s proof she stole it. Just because your dumb asses couldn’t find it, doesn’t mean you can pass the blame onto someone else. What’s next, you and the rest of the Keystone Cops accusing me of killing that bitch?”
Jude’s hands curled into fists. Cope found himself torn between wanting to keep the peace and wanting to see Watson take a punch to the throat. “Keep talking asshole,” Jude urged.
Watson smirked. He looked like a deranged Disney villain. “I’ll tell you this, Oliver Adams was dicking half the women in this city. Ask me how I know?”
Ronan rolled his eyes. “How do you know that, Mr. Watson?”
“Because bitches talk. I can’t tell you how many women I’ve banged who tell me my dick is bigger than his and that Adams shoots his wad almost instantly. You want my two cents. Adams killed his wife so he could get her insurance money and bang all the stupid girls he could get his hands on.”
Jude pulled his phone out and started tapping it. “You want to talk about bitches? Tell me about this one.”
Cope knew Jude was showing the picture of Heidi Coombs with Watson at the bank.
“I have no idea who that woman is,” Watson said, as his hands started to shake.
“That’s interesting on two fronts,” Jude said with a self-satisfied grin. “One, you didn’t call her a bitch, and two, you’re standingbeside her in the next picture.” Jude swiped his finger across the screen.
Watson visibly paled when he was shown the picture. “I-I don’t…”
“Cut the bullshit, Watson,” Jude shouted. “These are still images the First Salem Bank sent to us from their security footage of the day Frankie Adams,” Jude made air quotes over her name, “opened the bank account that the embezzled city money was funneled into. The bank also sent us the scan of Frankie’s license, which, oddly enough, had been stolen the day before. We have evidence that Frankie was working at Sea Witches Food Pantry during the time of this bank transaction. This isn’t Frankie Adams. It’s Heidi Coombs, your lover and Parker’s soon-to-be former best friend.”
Cope loved seeing his husband like this, angry and pushing for the truth. He’d never seen this side of his husband before and it was fucking hot. Maybe he’d ask Ten if he could take Lizbet and Wolfie for the night so he and Jude could get down to pound town.
“Frankie didn’t open this account and she didn’t steal the money. You did!” Jude accused.
“I didn’t steal anything you son-of-a bitch!” Watson whined.
