Weston by Debra Kayn

Garrett’s desk, and jumped onto the top to sit. “Something exciting is happening and since I was visiting with Garrett at the house, I wanted to come too.”
    Garrett scowled. “We weren’t visiting. You barged in and made yourself at home.”
    “Whatever.” Sabrina shrugged and the slim gold necklace swung against her chest and disappeared under the scoop of her shirt. “You answered my question, twice—that’s called visiting. I told you that you’d get better at talking with me if you loosen up. Someday, you’ll be able to hold a whole conversation.”
    “Fucking seriously?” Tony glared at Garrett.
    Sabrina’s obsession over Garrett invaded on and off time. Hell, she was beginning to be a regular fixture around the body shop. Her antics often got her in trouble because she was too smart for her own good. She watched everything they did, and she was a powerful mediator when her heart was in it.
    “You deal with her.” Garrett crossed his arms. “Please.”
    Sabrina only smiled. “I’ll be quiet. Besides, I’m waiting for Janie to come to the garage. We’re going shopping. The Los Lobos are playing at Corner Pocket on Saturday. That calls for new chicker boots, and I’ve got my eye on a pair that’s cray cool with a four-inch heel.” She turned to Garrett. “Just wait until you see them.”
    “I already told you, I’m not going. I have to work Saturday.” Garrett walked clear around his desk to his chair, keeping a wide path around from Sabrina. “Why don’t you wait for Janie over at the house?”
    Sabrina slid off the desk. “Real original, Garrett. If you want me to get lost, say it.”
    “Get lost,” Garrett said.
    She glared. “Just for that, I will leave, but I’m stealing your black Beaumont Body Shop T-shirt. The one with the silver writing.”
    “Why?” Garrett asked.
    She shrugged. “You wouldn’t understand.”
    “Sab…never mind.” Garrett handed her his keys. “Only the T-shirt. Stay away from the rest of my clothes”
    She grabbed the key ring and hurried out of the room. Tony stared after her, not sure what just happened.
    “This is going to be fun,” Lance said, grinning.
    “Shut the hell up.” Garrett threw an empty holster across the room, at which Lance ducked and came up laughing.
    Kage remained quiet, his lips twitching. Tony tossed the top paper out of the printer onto the counter to get their attention.
    “Rocki, from last night. She’s a shield working for Darrell. I took her home after a game of pool. She slipped out of my bed this morning. I want backup to go underground and retrieve her.” He looked at Kage. “You can stay out of it. I don’t want you near your uncle.”
    Garrett strolled over and fingered through the rest of the papers. “Have you talked to her superior?”
    “It’s Gino Marcelli. He’s not giving anything to me, as I expected, but said he’ll make contact. But we all know if she’s camouflaging as Darrell’s assistant, he won’t be able to without putting her life at risk and pulling her from the job,” he said.
    “What’s she mean to you?” Kage pulled out his cell.
    “It’s not about what happened between us last night. Something wasn’t right when I found her at our pool table at Corner Pocket, and I decided…hell, I took her home. You can’t convince me someone connected with Darrell strolls into the bar wanting to play a game of pool at our table, at our time, lies about her connections, and goes home with me without hardly any argument, isn’t under someone else’s control.” He unlocked his desk drawer and removed his gun and holster. “Then my night turned into holding her after she asked to use the house line while she bawled her eyes out. Nothing I said would get her to talk. Then she was gone.”
    “House line?” Lance ran his thumb and forefinger down the sides of his goatee. “Was she concerned about her calls being tapped?”
    “That’s the only conclusion I came up with, because I