Blown To Pieces (PTO Murder Club Mystery Book 2) Read Online Free

I can’t do that. My employer wishes for me to make sure that you’re okay, so I’ll continue to follow you.” His smile was so wooden I could have knocked on it.
    “I don’t like you very much.” I pointed my index finger at him. It was very menacing. I would have been scared if I were him.
    He mashed his lips together to keep from smiling. “I’m truly sorry about that.”
    “Sorry enough to leave me alone?” I knew it was useless, but I kind of just wanted to be a pain in the ass.
    “No.” This time he did grin.
    I stomped back to Portia and knocked on Haley’s window. It rolled down quietly.
    “Yes?” Haley studied a spot on the dash and refused to make eye contact.
    “Hand over one of the knives that I know you have in your purse.” I knew she kept an arsenal in her Hermès.
    Haley clutched her purse to her chest. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    I shot her a do-it-or-else look, but she didn’t budge. Clearly, I needed to work on my dirty looks. Somehow I needed to mean them up.
    “Now.” We were on the clock. We needed to pick up our kids from school.
    She stuck her head out of the window and yelled, “I’m so sorry Bautista, but I don’t really have a choice.”
    Haley opened her bag and pulled out a Buck Knife and handed it to me.
    “No worries,” he called back.
    No worries, I’d teach him about no worries. I unfolded the knife, stomped over to his left rear tire, and stabbed the crap out of it. If he wouldn’t give up on his own, I’d take him out of the game.
    I pulled the knife out, only nothing happened. In the movies when someone stabbed or shot out a tire, air came out. This air must really like it inside the tire, because it wasn’t coming out.
    “Self-sealing run-flat tires,” Bautista said from the open car window. “Now, if you would be so kind as to get back in your car, I’ll be accompanying you to your destination.”
    I truly hated this man.
    I’d never even heard of self-sealing run-flat tires.
    Like a two-year-old who didn’t want to take a nap, I stomped over to my car and got in.
    Monica leaned in between the front seats. “He’s really hot. Kind of like the Rock meets Jason Statham.”
    “I forbid you to lust after him. He’s evil.” I glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “Plus, Baby Hands is in love with you.”
    “Don’t remind me.” Monica leaned back and crossed her arms.
    Since our clubhouse was blown and we couldn’t meet there, we needed a quiet place to talk. All of our houses were bugged, so I drove to Lakeside Park. We got out and walked to the picnic tables next to the playground. Because it was March in Central Texas, the high was seventy and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Tomorrow it would probably be forty and rainy.
    “We need to figure out what to do with all of the money and gold coins.” Haley was always the one to keep us on track.
    A couple of weeks ago, we’d stumbled upon them when investigating the murder of my son Max’s kindergarten teacher, who it turned out was a contract killer. Apparently, she’d gotten paid in gold coins and cash.
    “I think the two of you should split it.” Haley looked at Monica and then me and back to Monica. “I don’t need it, and I know that both of you could use it.”
    Monica and I shared a look. We were both have-nots, and the extra money would help, but it really wasn’t ours. Plus, it had been made by killing other people. I didn’t know if I could live with myself if I took it.
    “I don’t know.” Monica bit her bottom lip. “I mean, yes, I could use the extra money, but it doesn’t feel right.”
    “Plus, how would it look if we all of a sudden had a bunch of money?” As badly as I wanted more money, it was wrong. And while I was okay with bending a law here and there, I wasn’t okay with selling my soul. Heck, I only had one soul, and I kind of needed it.
    “I thought the two of you might say that, but I think if Molly were here, she’d want you to have