"Good. Let's go. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes." Gil beamed, his bright eyes flicking from her to Ty, his expression rife with awkward interest.

With a quick nod and a lingering gaze, Ty turned and left Mari standing on the walkway.

"That was a little too easy. Since when do you pass up the chance to shoot whiskey with the boys? You're up to something," Perez accused.

I don't do whiskey shots, and I am trying to get my hands on a gun. ...