Checkered Thief (A Laurel London Mystery Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Jax stood with his legs parted, arms out, and gun firmly planted in his grasp with his finger on the trigger, a bridled anger in his voice. “It’s not what you think!” I jumped up and the money bundle tumbled out of my hand. “I can explain.” I gasped realizing what this must look like. A shiver of panic swept over me. “You better!” The next security guard appeared behind Jax with his gun drawn. “Good work, Jax,” he said to Jax, and pulled a pair of cuffs off his belt. “This is all a big misunderstanding.” I tried to worm my way out of the tight situation I was in. “What is going on?” Bethany appeared over their shoulders. Her eyes were as big as saucers. “Laurel,” she gasped. “No, this is not the thief.” “Right!” I was so glad Bethany was there to vouch for me. For us. “There’s the money.” The guard pointed to the wad of cash. “Laurel?” A v-formed between Bethany’s eyes. She shook her head. “It’s not mine!” I yelled. “Tell them,”
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