Trust Me: The Lassiter Group, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

still couldn’t reach Tess—or any one else for that matter—that was testing his patience. “I’ll let you know.”
    “I think—”
    “You don’t need to think. You only need to drive.”
    Right near the top of his to-do list was ditching the truck and finding something a little less conspicuous. The lemon-colored rust bucket stuck out like an original Volkswagen Bug parked between two brand new BMWs.
    Finding something else might have to wait until morning, though. The secondary highway they were travelling on wasn’t exactly overflowing with potential vehicles. It wasn’t overflowing with much of anything except trees. At least the truck was getting them where they needed to go for the time being, which was far away from Riverbend.
    As soon as the thought took root in his mind, the truck shuddered and rolled to a dead stop.
    “Out of gas?” Lucas echoed a minute later, certain he couldn’t have understood Max’s faint murmur.
    The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
    “What do you mean by out of gas?” He crossed his arms, waiting. What kind of murder suspect on the run didn’t keep their vehicle filled up at all times?
    “Well,” she began. “You see methods of transportation such as my truck here are powered by a fuel that some of us like to call gasoline . And when this—” she tapped on the fuel gauge, “—little arrow gets down on E, which coincidently stands for empty , you need to stop at a place that sells gasoline and fill up the tank.”
    Lucas could only stare at her. “Are you finished?”
    She shrugged. “That depends.”
    He managed to stop himself from asking, On what? knowing the question would encourage her to keep talking. Seeing how quickly his good luck had gone to shit, he could do without inviting that kiss-my-ass attitude he heard in her voice.
    Ignoring the drumming ache in his shoulder, he checked his phone—surprise, no signal—then stared out into the night.
    No headlights cut through the darkness in either direction. Probably a good thing since flagging down a ride was a last resort. He was betting Max’s unpredictable streak ran at least a mile wide. Who knew what she’d pull if they managed to catch a ride.
    “Trying to figure out your next move, huh?” She glanced over at him.
    He wasn’t buying the innocent expression on her face for a second. If he was in her shoes, he’d be focused on using the unexpected development to his benefit. Which left him coming up with a plan and anticipating how she’d try to work it to her advantage.
    Too bad his car was stuck back in Riverbend, though he doubted Max would have found being locked in a trunk with a very big gag over her mouth a more promising situation, even though according to some, she deserved a lot worse.
    A crushing numbness squeezed his chest and grief over Cara’s death overwhelmed him. God, he missed her. When he caught up with the bastard who killed her…
    Half his team was convinced Max did it, but the deeper he dug, the less sense things made. Of course sharing that opinion had pissed off a number of people, including Cara’s brother Caleb.
    But Cara had been convinced her friend Max had a better handle on Blackwater and wanted to team up with her to bring the bastard down. That had been the last thing she’d said to him. A few hours later she was dead.
    From the corner of his eye, he watched Max pick at the driver’s seat. If she was concerned at all over her present situation, she kept it under wraps. If she wasn’t worried about him, she should damn well be concerned that Blackwater’s men had tracked her here.
    They needed to get the truck going or leave it.
    “Why didn’t you say anything about needing gas?”
    Max nibbled on her thumbnail. “I just did as I was told and drove. Besides, the gauge is broken.”
    Lucas leaned over and confirmed the arrow still indicated the tank was full.
    “Out,” he ordered.
    She cocked her head to the side. “What?”
    “Get