Chapters (43)
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- ALL ABOUT EVIE
- DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
I was topless with cats meowing all over me. I searched frantically for something to put on, and I finally found it inside one of the cat kennels. Mars’s favorite cat blanket. It’s pink with white mice. I wrapped it around myself like a halter top, and in the nick of time I tucked it in under my armpits.
Chief Ass Burn rapped on my window, and I pushed the button to bring it down.
“Why did you pull me over?”
“You were swaying in your lane.”
“No, I wasn’t.” I sure as heck wasn’t.
“Step out of the car.”
“You have got to be kidding.”
“No, I’m not. I’m issuing you a Breathalyzer, Evie, to make sure you’re not drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. I haven’t had anything to drink.”
“Get out, Evie, or I’ll arrest you for not obeying my orders.” He smirked at me. Oh, how he loved this. Loved the power.
I climbed out of the truck, making sure the cats didn’t escape. In the distance I saw headlights through the darkness. How embarrassing. I was being tested for being drunk in this small town. It would be all over by tomorrow.
“State your name.” He eyed my naked shoulders, then his eyes dropped to my boobs.
“My name is Chief Ass Burn,” I said. I let my eyes fall to his shoulders, then his beefy chest, then lower, all the while keeping a disgusted expression on my face. “I like to ogle women’s breasts and make them feel judged and disgusted.”
He flushed. “One more small-aleck answer, missy, and I will have you at the police station, overnight.”
“Gross. Alone with you?”
“Name, Evie.”
“You already know my name.”
A truck stopped in back of Chief Ass Burn’s police car. Whew. It was Marco.
“What’s the problem, Reginald,” Marco said, his voice hard. Suspicious.
“This isn’t any of your business, Marco. And it’s Chief Ashburn to you.”
“I think it is my business, Reginald. Why did you pull Evie over?”
Marco stood protectively right by me, his shoulder in front of mine.
“Move out of the way, Marco, or I will arrest you.”
“You’re harassing, Evie. You’re stalking her. You were waiting for her right outside my house. As soon as I saw her leave, I saw you follow her.”
“I’m asking Evie questions, Marco, to make sure she’s not drunk driving. Step aside!”
“She’s been with me. She didn’t drink anything.”
Chief Ass Burn’s mouth tightened, he flushed, then swallowed hard. “Move out of the way, Marco, before I arrest you for infringing upon my investigation and interfering with a possible arrest of an inebriated driver.” He pointed at Marco, hating him.