Free The Haunted Bones by PM Weldon

it'll flag somewhere."
    "I wasn't online with it."
She had intended to
go online, but was now happy she hadn't. "It belongs to some girl
cop named Brenner."
    Auggie rubbed his face. "Have you gone
insane? Who's Brenner?"
    She stood and moved away from the desktop,
and pulled the tablet out of her bag. The gas mask she'd used
earlier rested on the couch's arm along with the pipe she used to
try and bash that bastard's head in. She really hadn't thought it
all through, breaking in and grabbing the computers. "She's a cop.
The cop this McNally is dating." She sighed. "I followed him to a
condo and watched him go in."
    "So you bought military gear and broke in
to—what? Grab the computers?" He picked up the mask and then tossed
it back down. "You are going to get caught and I am not going down
with you, Mary."
    "Yes, you are." She said in a quiet voice.
"You helped me poison husband number four, and then you helped me
kill husband five." She pointed at him. "Your father. And this
military stuff belonged to dear old dad. He's got this whole box
full of it in the basement."
    Auggie's complexion bleached white. "My
dad…had a box full of Army stuff?"
    "Yeah. That crate by the wine cellar door. I
thought it was something he'd shipped in and forgot. Whole box full
of masks, guns, pipes like that one." She frowned at him. "Oh,
knock it off. You knew he was a paranoid redneck just like everyone
else."
    The ugly little fucker sat down on the
coffee table. "You broke into a cop's house, but it was the wrong
house."
    "Yeah…and I couldn't even get a good swing
at him. Those gas masks make it easy to breath, but you still can't
see anything."
    "Oh, dear god, Mary." He put his hands over
his face. "You have got to get a grip on yourself. You can't go
around stealing computers and acting all crazy."
    "You think what Black Angel did today was
the smarter thing to do?"
    "I told you: That wasn't
him. We don't know who that was, but obviously they know about Angel and they wanted
to frame him. Right now, I don't think making Angel mad is such a
good idea."
    She narrowed her eyes at him. "What's got
you so worried?"
    "I'm afraid you're going to make a mistake,
Mary, and then what we've done will get out."
    "Nothing's going to take what we have away.
One more month and we're home free."
    Auggie went to the bar and poured himself a
drink. "I don't understand why Dad put that limit on the will. I
mean, we have to wait one year to inherit?"
    "He could have switched it and left us
nothing. We've been good; the executor is satisfied. In twenty-five
days we'll be forty million richer." She joined him at the bar with
the tablet she'd stolen in her hand. "Then we can sell this house
and go to Costa Rica."
    "I wanted to go to England."
    "Why would you want rain and fog when we can
own a tropical hut on the beach, eat crab cakes all day, and sun."
With a big sigh, she turned the tablet on and started working on
the password.
    "You steal that, too?" Auggie downed half
his drink.
    "Yeah. And I'm not on the Internet, so no
freaking out." After six attempts it locked her out, so she handed
it to Auggie. "Here. You're better at this shit."
    She only half watched him as he examined the
tablet and then punched a few side buttons. The thing restarted and
he waited for the password prompt. "You got a spec sheet on
her?"
    "It's on the desk." She was not going to
interrupt her own cocktail time to get the girl's life highlights.
"But I don't think you need it. Come to think of it," she said as
she poured the Dewar's, "she seemed pretty chummy with McNally and
he was staying at her house. Even though I thought it was his."
    After a few attempts, Auggie took the tablet
to the computer and booted the computer up. "Aren't you afraid of
being caught?" she said as she sauntered back to her desk and
Auggie.
    "I'm not connected to the internet." He
moved through a terminal prompt and typed in a few codes she didn't
recognize. " Is she married to McNally?"
    "No."
    He rattled