บททั้งหมดของ Pelican Bay Security: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

"Well, they've obviously improved." I've never been one to search out bands. The only concert I've ever attended was Justin Bieber with my niece during my failed attempt at college. And that's an experience I don't wish to repeat. I couldn't hear for two days after. But the band tonight sounded as good as the professionals. As loud too.I lose sight of Tabitha as she inches closer to the bar, the crowd circling around her blocking her path and my line of sight. My head tips back and forth as I search the crowd, hopeful her arms are loaded up with drinks. When she finally reaches the table my shoulders slump with release. With two arms wrapped around them Tabitha carries four tall glasses, each filled with ice and a light brown colored liquid. Considering earlier tonight she said everyone should get drunk on Long Islands, for once it's not hard to guess what she's holding.She sets the glasses on the table and I quickly grab one from the end. Liquid is liquid and I've always been a

"Don't worry, Law, we got it from here," Ridge says not sparing Law a second glance, his eyes steadfast on Tabitha.I drag my attention away from Bennett long enough to see Law roll his eyes. "Last time I checked, you weren't part of the force, Jefferson."That comment gets Ridge's attention. "This is my girl and I'm gonna handle it.""Three men pushed their way into a nightclub and discharged their weapons into a crowd of people. This is a matter for the police. I'll let you know the next time we have a bail jumper."Ridge stands next to Law the two almost bumping chests. "Fine. Do what you have to do. But I'm taking Tabitha home.""When I'm done getting her statement. You need to learn your place in this town," Law says shoving his pen in his coat pocket."My place? My place is taking care of the mistakes your police force makes." He inches closer, the two now just millimeters apart.Bennett steps in between the two men, a hand on each of them to push them apart. "Back

Bennett's truck slows at the curb to my building and I have the front door open before he completely stops."There will be someone stationed out front all day and Spencer's eye in the sky if you need help," Bennett rushes the words out probably fearful I'll close the door before he can finish.It was my plan. "Whatever." I jump out from the truck and yell a quick thanks before shutting the door. I may be pissed, but I have manners.I stomp to the store, my boots from last night too high heeled to make much noise especially with Bennett's door closed, but I don't care. There's no way he doesn't realize I'm pissed. Yet, he does nothing about it.He lets me walk to the bakery door.He lets me unlock the front door.He lets me walk into the store.He lets me close the door behind me.Half-way to the kitchen his truck drives away from the curb and I look back scowling, but he's too far away to notice.The bell jingles from my hard slam. The loud noise is too annoying so ea

A bird flies over my head. At least I hope it's a bird and not a bat or some other crazy Maine creature. Don't they have chupacabras here? Or is it Bigfoot?Oh my God.What if it's both?Or worse, some weird combination between the two. Like if Bigfoot fell in love with the chupacabra and had a baby.Chupafoot."I don't know what you're thinking, but stop freaking yourself out!" Katy yells from her hiding spot inside the little church on the north side of Pelican Bay.Sunday morning this place sounded like a great location for a public meeting with a mobster. It's bright, sunny, there's churchgoers. Tuesday night at eleven pm when the entire town is deserted, it doesn't feel like such a great idea anymore.Frankie insisted on meeting me himself and because he was out of town for two days, we had to push back our meeting until now. This was the first time he was available. Otherwise I never would have agreed to it.I still shouldn't have agreed to it.The spotlight on

"Let's go, babe," Dom says when Frankie makes it far enough down the path he's turned the corner and we can no longer see his back. The man stared down at least six bikers holding guns on him and then turned and walked away like he wasn't worried. He strolled out of here without a care in the world.Ridge is not going to like this.Dom stalks off in the woods not looking back to make sure I'm following him. I do anyway. A woods full of bikers and mobsters is not the place I want to be after dark. I'd like to live to celebrate the Fourth of July holiday. Maybe see that reenactment.He and a few guys who follow stop next to a small group of dirt bikes. "Something you want to tell me about?" he asks pushing up the kickstand."Not really." I have a feeling I'm in enough trouble with someone already.He shakes his head, pushing the bike a few steps ahead. "You meeting Frankie Zanetti in the woods by yourself in the middle of the night can't be good.""I wasn't alone. Tabitha and