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Running his fingers over his hair, he tried to narrow down the choices of who Callie Walker would have chosen to talk to. Lisa hadn’t had any answers for him there, and Zeke wasn’t coming up with his own.
The only thing he was certain of was that this had to do with the Freedom League and the killer that seemed to shadow his life. The same killer that could threaten the one woman Zeke had promised himself he would always protect.
Rogue wasn’t going to leave town, even for her own good. He’d accepted that sometime in the middle of the night as he stared up at the ceiling, his dick pole stiff, his balls tormented with need.
She was just that damned stubborn that she would stay come hell or high water. Or death.
He rubbed his hands over his face as he considered the fact that he may have even made an error in judgment in calling her father. But at the time, nothing had mattered but her protection. Someone was killing Walkers, and she could be next. This investigation into Joe and Jaime’s deaths could possibly bring that danger closer to her door. Just as his mother’s association with his father and the League had brought death to Zeke’s life in L. A. His mother had died when flames had engulfed her small house, but the coroner’s report had stated she had been dead long before the fire started.
Elaina had died in a car wreck when her car has sped into traffic on a busy interstate, straight into an oncoming semi. She had been drugged, not with heroin but with a toxic mix of narcotics that she wouldn’t have survived even if she had managed to live through the wreck.
On the
day of Elaina’s death he’d received a short, printed note. We protect our own.
It was the League’s motto. He’d known the minute he read it that his wife had died because of his past, because of his hidden investigation into certain members of that League once he made detective.
He’d thought he was being so careful, that there wasn’t a chance that anyone could have known what he was doing. And he’d been wrong. He hadn’t protected his family as he should have, and now Rogue was being drawn into the same fire.
It was time to call Cranston, he thought. He’d protect Rogue, and Cranston and the Mackays could help with this investigation. He couldn’t risk her. God help him if he allowed anything to happen to his Rogue.
And he knew, the danger was drawing closer.
Zeke could feel it, that sixth sense, that awareness that the killer wasn’t going to stop; he would only get cockier. Whoever it was had a taste for murder and for giving pain.
A light knock on his door had his head lifting; a second later it opened and Gene stepped in.
“I’m heading out on patrol,” Gene told him, a light frown on his brow. “I just saw the coroner leave. Do we have the report on the Walkers?”
“Both boys were murdered,” Zeke answered as he waved Gene into the room.
The deputy stepped in and closed the door behind him, scowling.
“Well, hell,” he breathed out roughly. “I’m damned sorry for what I said now, Zeke. It’s hard to believe someone wanted to kill those boys. ”
“Well, someone wanted to and they accomplished it. ” Zeke rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. “The part that confuses the hell out of me is how they pulled it off this slick. It would take experience and balls to make that look as close to a murder- suicide as this one did. ”
Gene plopped down in the chair in front of his desk as he gazed back at him thoughtfully. Zeke hated the suspicion that roiled in his gut now, the feeling that Gene was somehow a part of this.
“Experience would be the hard part,” Gene said. “We don’t have a lot of folks that I know of that would have that except our new chief, the Mackay boys, and that DHS
agent that seems to be loitering around the Mackays, Agent Cranston. ”
Zeke shook his head. “No motive and out of character. Whoever did this, it has to do with the woman the Walker boys were sniffing after. ” That and their work with DHS.
Zeke kept that to himself. If Gene was involved in this, then he didn’t need to know that Zeke suspected him of it.
“How so?” Gene grunted. “Hell, those boys always had a woman they were sniffing after. ”
“Lisa said their grandmother was trying to contact me the day she died, to tell me who she thought the girl might be. ” Zeke leaned back in his chair and shook his head slowly.
“She didn’t call here or my cell phone. I have a feeling what she did was call someone else. The wrong someone else. ”
Gene stared back at him in amazement. “Hell,” he finally breathed out. “She was confrontational as hell; she would have done that. ”
And if Gene was involved in this, then he was a better actor than Zeke had given him credit for.
“I have a request in with the job for a subpoena of her phone records; maybe I’ll figure something out there. ” Zeke tapped his fingers against the arm of his chair. “The way she died is sitting about as well as the way her grandsons died. She didn’t decide to take a bath on her own. ”
