Chapter 9

Charlie knocked on the door of the trailer and waited. She heard shuffles of feet and a grunt. The curtain in front of the window slid to the side and Charlie waved, giving a small smile.

"Who goes there?" A throaty voice bellowed.

"We are detectives," Charlie fibbed. "Came to ask questions about Peters next door."

"I don't know any Peters. Go away."

"We won't take much of your time. Just a couple of questions and we will get out of your hair," she pressed on.

"Fuck off!"

Sighing, she thread a hand through her hair. This was exactly why she always came on nice to people. It's been a surprising day and Charlie was not having any bullshit this dude might want to throw her way. Besides, it looked like he had something to hide.

"FBI! Open up!" She rammed the door with incessant, rapid knocks.

"What the fuck do you mean FBI?" The man yelled from inside.

"Open up or we break down the door."

Jake placed a hand on her shoulder, easing a bit of the frown from her face. "We just want to