I pulled Natty away from the window and said in a low voice, “Ever see him before?”

Natty was sheepish and finally stammered, “No, well, I mean, maybe. I think.”

“Natty,” I growled.

“Yeah. I guess I sold him some weed once.”

I glared at him.

“Maybe a few times. And a little coke. And some pills. That ADHD shit.” He paused and cocked his head like a puppy. “What’s the look for? Any good businessman needs to diversify.”

“I thought you only sold pot to regular customers.”

Natty shrugged. “After the first time he was a regular customer. And just how am I supposed to remember everything and everyone?”

I looked back at the cabin and crept toward it with Natty close behind. I pulled my pistol from under my shirt.

Then he grabbed my arm and said, “Wait, what are we doing? Do you have any idea what kind of trouble we could be in for using a gun in a home invasion?”

“Yeah, I do. But this guy might lead us to Bailey Mae.” I jerked my arm away from Natty and stepped up to the door.

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

The door was unlocked. I was disappointed I didn’t get to kick in anything in a dramatic fashion. We rushed inside just the same. The effect was perfect. Couch Potato Man stared in stunned silence for a moment then tried to get to his feet, knocking the plate with Bailey Mae’s coffee cake onto the floor.

The sight of my gun pointed at him slowed the man down. Now he eased back onto the couch and said, “You scared the shit out of me.” He looked at Natty and said, “I’m all paid up with you. What’s the problem?”

I said, “Where’s the girl? Where’s Bailey Mae, you son of a bitch?”

Couch Potato Man said, “I have no idea what you assholes are talking about. Who the hell is Bailey Mae?”

Then he stood up. That was his mistake. I was pissed off and he was in range, so I popped him in the face with my left fist, keeping the gun pointed at him with my right hand. Although I felt it in the cut on the back of my hand, I was glad to get off a good, solid punch that knocked him back. He tumbled across the couch and landed on the hard floor. He immediately covered himself with his hands like there was a gang about to pummel him.

I was breathing hard as I stood over the man with the pistol still in my hand. “Don’t make me ask you again. Where is she?”