Chapter 30: Good Help

Stone stood by his wife, absently rubbed her back. What did that feel like? To be so comfortable with someone that you knew you could touch them at all times. A part of her ached for it even while her rational brain knew she wouldn’t have the camaraderie with anyone.

Trey outlined what they wanted then showed them the ledger.

“Pretty incriminating. Want me to get it to the FBI? I still have contacts there.” Stone said.

“We need a copy first, just for safe keeping,” Mallory said.

“Sure. We can do that.” Stone picked up the book. “I’ll make two. One for insurance.”

Trey followed his friend out of the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back,” he said to Mallory.

She nodded and sipped her coffee. Her bones ached from lack of sleep and she had no energy to argue that she needed to be part of everything.

“You have time for a nap?” Jo said.

“No, we need to get moving on this. Stanley’s put bombs at various carnivals and we’re going to check them out today.”