Chapter Three
Warrick sat down.
“Here comes the bitch,” Brett said.
“Hello, Shelby said you wanted to talk to me. If you want me to take your table, I can understand. Shelby is beyond clumsy and stupid.”
He gritted his teeth. “Actually, we like the waitress we have very much. I just wanted to know why you took the tip we gave her.”
“What?”
He could tell by the way she instantly paled that she was guilty. “Why did you take her tip?”
“I didn’t.”
He lowered his tone. “Listen to me carefully. I really don’t like a liar. I hate them about as much as I hate people who steal. I have the urge to tell your boss what you did.”
“But—”
“Wait,” he said and held up a hand. “You give me the money back, and I won’t tell.”
She turned red. “But I can’t. I spent it on something.”
“On what?”
“Uh … rent.”
Warrick didn’t believe her but didn’t push it. “Why did you have to take her money for rent?”
“I have a good apartment.”
“What about her rent? Did you think about that?”
Liv snorted. “I care about where I live, unlike Shelby. So, it costs more.”
“What does that mean?” Warrick asked.
“She lives in the ghetto, and I wouldn’t be caught dead there. I’m actually amazed she hasn’t been killed yet.”
God, he hated the sound of that. “Tell you what, if you can get me her address, I’ll let this slide. But if I find out you took the tip we’re going to give her this time, you’ll be in a lot of trouble.”
Liv nodded. “I can get it.”
“Good. Have to me by the time we leave. Now, go back to work.”
She scampered off when Shelby came and set cups of coffee down.
He could tell she wanted to ask questions, but she didn’t.
“Thank you, honey.”
She nodded. “I’ll bring your food out shortly.”
“Okay.”
Warrick turned to his friends. “What do you think?”
“I think you should grab her up and never let her go,” Reid said. “When you were touching her, I could tell she was attracted.”