A Witch and Her Man (Jeff and Gail) Read Online Free PDF

pressure, Jeff thought . I was more impressed with the uniformed cops than this bozo.
     
    The suited man scratched his head. "I need to verify something Mr. PI Larkin," the investigator sneered at him. "You said you fired a whole clip at the car as it was speeding away?"
     
    Sometimes I hate when my first impressions prove right. "Yes, a twelve round clip. I hit one of the intruders with one but I shot the remaining eleven into the car. Why?"
     
    "Well, it's just that we've been unable to find any stray rounds from your weapon."
     
    "I think you got my statement a little wrong, detective. I said I fired the remaining rounds into the car, not at the car. I hit what I aim at," he told him smugly. "If and when you find the car, you'll find all eleven rounds." I can play the arrogance game too.
     
    The investigator harrumphed. "And you said the two men were wearing police uniforms?"
     
    "That's what I said, but I've never heard of police using silencers, so I doubt you'll find they're members of the force. What about the slugs you retrieved from in here? Think you'll find any leads there?"
     
    The investigator shuffled his feet uncomfortably. Jeff was sure it was because the man was used to asking questions and not answering them.
     
    At last he said, "I doubt it. More than likely the gun wasn't registered."
     
    "Imagine that. Officer, is there anything else? Otherwise I have things to do," he said in a dismissive voice. He intended on doing his own investigating and was sure his would be much more thorough.
     
    "Not at this time…" the investigator started.
     
    "Are you finished inside?"
     
    "For now…" the investigator started again.
     
    "Good night then." Jeff turned on his heel, walked into Gail's house and closed the door. He was not overly impressed with the police force. He knew there was a slim possibility they would ever find the car, much less the men. When he turned from the door, Gail was standing behind him.
     
    "You hit that car eleven times while it was speeding away in the dark?" she asked with incredulity in her voice.
     
    "Yes, although I wish I had one of my rifles, then the car would have never gotten away."
     
    "Cocky, aren't you?" she teased.
     
    "Not cocky, confident. As I told you before, I'm damn good at what I do. Shooting is one of those things," he answered matter-of-factly.
     

Chapter 3
     
    "I can't afford it," Gail said. "I can't even afford to pay you. I'm just a poor working woman."
     
    "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."
     
    "I can't allow…"
     
    "You can and you will. Don't argue." Jeff opened his phone and started making calls, ending the conversation.
     
    In exasperation she turned and walked away, saying over her shoulder, "I'll be in the kitchen. I'll pour you a glass of lemonade if you care for some… sir!"
     
    Hours later, a flurry of activity began. She watched as her house was transformed. By the end of the day she had new door locks and the latest in alarms protecting all entrances, including windows.
     
    Walking around her house, he pointed out the motion activated floodlights. "If someone tries to approach at night, this place is going to light up like a Christmas tree. If they try to get in, alarms are going to go off that are loud enough to wake the dead."
     
    "I don't know what to say."
     
    "How about thanks? That will do. Now, if you'll excuse me." He walked into the other room and made a call. Though his tone was low, she caught snippets of his conversation.
     
    "…I know it's highly irregular but that is the number you'll contact if the alarm is tripped. Not the police." He was silent while the person at the other end talked. Jeff responded, "With the money I'm paying, don't argue. Do we need the okay of your supervisor?" Again a pause. "I thought not." He ended the conversation and dialed another number.
     
    Again, though she listened intently, she only heard part of the conversation. Jeff carefully avoided mentioning a name. He talked