Chapter 76

“What the fu…”

I heard the telltale click.

Click

I turned. A gun was aimed my way. “That’s me and my cousin. Our mothers are sisters. Close family. Family that would never turn on each other.” His now-familiar sneer returned. “Not fucking ever. Just like I fucking told you.”

I set the picture down. Auntie Bellum was slightly cuter in her younger days. But only slightly. And that explained why Jackson had looked familiar, because he in fact looked a bit like Auntie, especially around the mean-looking eyes. Like two walruses in a pod.

“You didn’t call Hall Pruitt?”

The sneer sneered all the more. “I called Hall. I called my cousin, too. That’s not my cousin in that video of yours, by the way. Close but no cigar.” He moved in nearer to me, the gun nearer, too. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Detective Wojohowitz,” I said. “You’re pointing your weapon at an officer of the law.”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

I gulped. “What happened the first time?”