Page 77 of The Marshal

My face falls, and Jake watches me with an unreadable expression.

I hate that he’s so good at that.

“I want to meet them.”

“You will.”He leans against the kitchen bench and crosses his arms.

Why don’t I believe him?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JAKE

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It’s been a long weekof reconnaissance.Liam is doing a one-day bodyguard job with a client who specifically requested him.Some hotshot Hollywood director.I’m hoping to never work in that area of the BHS business.

I have zero patience for the rich and famous.

Although I met Ryder’s wife, Savannah Sinclair, at the wedding recently, and she’s very down to earth.

I might be cynical.Working in this town in law enforcement, I’ve seen a few things that would shock a lot of people.

Right now, I’m where I need to be and want to be.Outside and slightly down the road from Caylee’s workplace.

Today I have Aidan with me.

“There’s Cole.”He bites down on his sandwich, which his wife Briar made him.

I had to hear all about the organic tomatoes and how much tastier they are than the sprayed variety, and how she slices the cheese perfectly.

“You know what I mean, man.Too thick, and it’s all cheese.Too thin and you feel ripped off,” he’d said.

“Yup,” I’d responded, not knowing.

Cheese slicing is not something I’ve ever paid close attention to.