The Right Kind of Trouble
“When she spoke, Frost lifted her head and poked her nose between the seats from the back of the cab. This time, Moira managed not to jump in surprise.
The dog was so big, but so quiet.
She reached up and buried her fingers in the thick ruff of fur at the dog’s neck before looking at the house she could just now make out through the thinning trees. As Frost leaned into her ministrations, Moira managed a casual look down at her phone.
No new messages.
Two hours and twenty minutes ago, Kevin Towers had texted her.
He’d told her he wanted to speak to her.
She’d asked why, keeping an eye on Gideon out of the corner of her eye as he went about cleaning up. She’d argued and told him she would, but he told her that would be her last chance to deal with paperwork, since it was dark in the car and she owed him the rest of the night.
“This is the place,” Gideon said easily, eying the shadowy outline of a house. “Somebody left the lights on.”
“Security measure?”
He grunted as he threw the truck into park.
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