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Prescott
Prescott needed to disarm Leslie, but he had to defuse the situation first.
Leslie—dressed in sweats, her hair pulled back in a ponytail—flicked her gaze from Jack to him, then back to her sister. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”
“We’ve got a search warrant,” Prescott said.
She pointed the gun at him. “You need to shut the fuck up! SHUT UP!!! You took my sugar daddy away from me, and I’m about to get kicked out of my house!” Then, she glared at Jacqueline. “What’s with the latex gloves? Jesus, are you here on FBI business?
“Yes,” Jack replied.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Leslie screeched.
Jack stood her ground. “Put down the gun, Leslie.”
“No, bitch, it doesn’t work like that. I’ve got the gun, so I’m the boss. You do as I say and I don’t blow his brains out.”
“You need to take this down a few,” Prescott said.
Leslie shoved the barrel of the gun under his chin. “I said shut up or I’ll shut you up with a bullet through your fucking brain.”
Prescott could overpower her, no problem. But was he fast enough to do that before she pulled the trigger? He was about to find out.
“Jacqueline.” Her name rumbled out of him, nice and slowly.
“I got you,” she replied.
Silence.
“What’s going on?” Leslie barked. “Is that code? What are you two—”
Prescott grabbed the weapon and pointed it toward the floor as Jacqueline pulled her Glock and pointed it at Leslie.
“AAAAAAEEEEEEEE!” Leslie screamed as she tried taking control of the weapon.
Prescott shoved her back, and she went flying into the pile of clothes on the sofa. In tandem, they aimed their weapons at her.
“Do. Not. Move,” Jacqueline growled. “Leslie Hartley Maul, you’re under arrest for the murder of Sally Sagall, for harboring a fugitive, and for assisting in a prison escape.” She zip-tied Leslie’s wrists and her ankles, then Mirandized her sister.
Prescott bagged Leslie’s weapon. “This your gun?”
Leslie glared at him. “Fuck you.”
“Answer. His. Question,” Jacqueline said, her tone razor sharp.
“It was Terr Bear’s. When he went to prison, he told me to keep it in a safe place.” Her lips split into a sinister smile. “It came in handy when I needed it.”
A growl ripped from Jack’s throat. “Why did you kill Prescott’s sister?”
Leslie glared at her. “I loved my husband. I helped him escape. I got him set up in Fredericksburg after he busted out. Do you know how that SOB thanked me?”
“How?” Jack asked.
“He met this Sally chick and fell-the-fuck in love with her! Then, he’s over the goddamn moon ‘cause this bitch is having his baby. Hehateskids, but, I guess, since it was his, he was okay with it. Then, he tells me he’s gonna leave me for her! I had to get that husband-stealing bitch out of the picture. I had already lost my husband to prison. I sure as fuck wasn’t losing him to another woman!”
“You didn’t have to kill her,” Prescott growled.
“I was bankrolling Terr Bear and this is how he pays me back? He was gonna get with this bitch and dump me! So, yeah, I had to move her outta the way.”
