Free Stolen Innocents (The Shadow Series Book 2) by Addison Kline Page B

blonde woman who wore entirely too much hairspray.
     
    “You serious?!” said Jackie with a shocked look upon her face.
     
    “Dead serious!” replied Audrey
     
    “Who?!” asked Claudia, their absent-minded friend.
     
    “You don’t remember? Oh, my God, Claud…” blurted out April.
     
    “Tiffany’s sister…” said Audrey.
     
    “The weird girl that followed Tiff everywhere?!” exclaimed Claudia.
     
    “Yeah!” the group said in monotone.
     
    “I thought she left…”
     
    “She did! Years ago… Right after Tiffany was found murdered. It was too much for her, I guess,” Shauna lamented.
     
    “Oh, my God. That was horrible! How did Angie look?” asked April with muted concern.
     
    “Not as good as us, that’s for sure!” said Jackie, “Right, Aud?”
     
    Audrey did not disagree.
     
    “She was looking pretty run down…”
     
    Tristan tried not to laugh as she listened to the conversation. Finally, she approached the table, since it was almost time for her to clock out. Tristan was greeted warmly by the ladies.
     
    “Our favorite waitress!” proclaimed Audrey loudly. Tristan smiled warmly in response.
     
    “How’s your aunt doing?!” asked Jackie, “Tell her I said hi!”
     
    “I will. She’s doing good.”
     
    “Oh good, you’re here. I’m starving,” said April rudely.
    Tristan took their order and passed it off to Joe before clocking out. She was happy to put the chaotic work day behind her.
     
    ***
     
    “He said what?!” Tommy barked at Cole as he got off his motorcycle.
     
    “Trafford said he wanted to get to know Tristan on an up- close and personal basis, and not me or you would be able to stop him.”
     
    “Like hell he will.”
     
    “He tried to tell her that I was controlling her and that he could show her what it meant to have a good time.”
     
    “And you didn’t deck him right there on the spot?”
     
    “Joe got in the way.”
     
    “Probably a good thing. You don’t want to do jail time.”
     
    “Yeah…Handle that for me.”
     
    “Not a problem, dude. He’s got it coming.”
     
    ***
     
    As Tristan stepped out the back door of Monte’s, she heard the faint roar of a motorcycle skidding off into the distance.
     
    “Was Tommy here?” Tristan asked in a surprised voice.
     
    “Yeah. He stopped by for a minute,” said Cole nonchalantly.
     
    Tristan shrugged. This was nothing unusual. Cole and Tommy had become very close over the years, especially since Kendricks kidnapped Tristan just three years ago.
     
    “So where are we going?” Tristan asked.
     
    Cole shrugged his shoulders casually as he smiled.
     
    “Wherever our feet take us.”
     
    ***
     
    Tommy Morrow had a dangerous look in his eyes as his motorcycle came to a screeching halt outside of Trafford’s Auto Body. He was in a foul mood after talking to Cole and he wasn’t about to back down from the likes of Jesse Trafford. Tommy’s jaw clenched as he dismounted his bike. Attitude poured from Tommy like venom, infecting everything it touched. He marched across the gravel parking lot with vengeance in his step.
     
    Jesse Trafford had better say his prayers.
     
    Tommy pushed the front door to Trafford’s Auto Body open with a bang. His loud footsteps echoed through the shop breaking up the silence like a howl in the night.
     
    “Trafford!” Tommy yelled loudly.
     
    Harry Trafford appeared behind the register with a nasty look on his face. He wiped grease across his yellowing shirt that barely covered his bulging beer belly. As he spoke, Tommy caught a whiff of his putrid breath.
     
    “Morrow… What the hell do you want?” griped Harry, clearly not in the mood for any lip.
     
    “Where’s your boy?” asked Tommy brazenly. He tried not to gag at the smell of Harry’s horrible breath; a by-product of poor hygiene and neglect.
     
    Before Trafford could respond, Tommy heard what sounded like someone running fast across the gravel parking lot. Tommy whipped