Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

stainless steel appliances. A large island with black granite countertops and six barstools separated the kitchen from the living room. The living room held a large leather couch and two matching chairs, one of which was now occupied by Justin. A large LED television was mounted to the far right wall. The back wall had French doors that led out to a brick patio.
    Annie walked into the living room and slowly looked around at the pictures and books lining the walls and sitting on tables. There were pictures of Cade with all his siblings, a picture of Cade, Miles, and another one of his siblings in military fatigues in some desert, pictures of an older couple she guessed were his parents, and then some she guessed to be of grandparents.
    She opened drawers and looked behind photos but could not find anything relating to drugs or anything else illegal. She decided to run upstairs and check his bedroom before doing a search of his office. Annie hurried up the stairs and peeked into two guest rooms before finding the master suite.
    A large, king-size bed with a dark green comforter sat along the far wall in the middle of the room. She walked through the door to his room and couldn’t help the slightly giddy feeling she got when she sat on his bed. Against the wall opposite the bed was another LED television and a chest. She felt through his clothes and couldn’t find anything. She made her way through his walk-in closet and only found a couple of old unloaded rifles. She pushed open the other door in the room and walked into a massive bathroom. A large shower with six shower heads took up most of one wall. Annie couldn’t look away from the shower. She knew what she wanted to do in that shower. It was the perfect shower for it, the hot water pulsing all around, the steam rising up, the bodies… she needed to get out of here before she spontaneously combusted!
    Annie lifted the small curtain next to the front door and looked out. All was dark and silent. She felt as if she were in her own world out here. Even though she was illegally breaking and entering, well, the door was unlocked she felt very peaceful out here. Knowing she was in the clear, she headed into Cade’s office.
    “If there is going to be any evidence of drugs, it will be in here.” She sat down in his chair and surveyed his desk. He only had a bookcase and a desk with a computer on it in the room. She opened the desk drawer and found nothing. She opened one of the side drawers and found a desk full of small black cases. She picked one up and opened it: National Defense Service Medal. She picked up another box: Silver Star. There were more than ten boxes in the drawer! She picked up another one and opened it: Legion of Merit Medal. She picked up one more and opened it. Holy crap! It was the Army’s Distinguished Service Cross. She put it back down in the drawer and closed it. She suddenly felt guilty for searching his house with his literally being a national hero.
    She quickly went through the other drawers, and finding nothing, pushed back from his chair. She went over to the bookcase and looked at his books, finding a lot of history book such as A. J. Langguth’s Patriots , David McCullough’s 1776 , Dan Jenkins’ Semi-Tough and other football novels.
    Annie was just about to call it quits and head back outside to wait when she noticed a heavy-duty lock on the wall hidden behind some large plants. She pushed the plants out of the way and found that it was actually attached to a door. Hmm, now this was strange. Annie pulled out her black leather lock pick case and opened it up. It took her a couple of minutes, but finally she heard the telltale click of the lock opening.
    She put her tools away and put the case back in her purse before opening the narrow door. Looking around, she took a cautious step forward into the darkness. The room was pitch black, and she pulled out her small penlight. Annie aimed the light onto the wall and gasped. It was lined with weapons. She found the switch and turned on the fluorescent overhead lights and froze.
    Rifles lined one whole wall. She recognized the Army’s standard issue M24 Sniper along with an M40A3 and a very large M82A1 SASR. Wow, it was a beauty, a .50 caliber beauty. Along the other side of the wall were various handguns. There was an MK24, and oh, there was the new M11 also known as the SIG P228! She had always wanted to try one those. It was calling her name. She would swear to it in court if she