“I can distract them.”
Gene shook his head.
“They won’t buy it. They want us to answer questions, and I will. Just get that place open for me in case I have to make a run for it,” he said, laughing.
Oh, trust and believe, Ethan was doing just that.
“Okay, handsome. I love you,” he said, not caring that the cop in the back was listening.
Gene picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles.
“Ditto, Baby,” he said.
Then, he threw himself to the wolves, getting out of the vehicle, and moving far enough away to distract the reporters to get Ethan and the cop away from them.
When he whistled, they all looked over, and then rushed toward him.
That’s when Ethan saw their chance to make a break for it.
“Let’s go, Detective.”
They got out and made a beeline for the building that had been surrounded by people. At the door, they held their badges against it so the people inside could see them.
Immediately, a man inside saw them and opened up.
Then, they got inside.
The whole time, Dannie handled them, and Ethan stayed at the door, watching his man. The reporters were peppering him with questions, and Gene handled it. When he looked at his watch, and then said something else, the reporters began breaking up.
And leaving.
What was this?
Was he a miracle worker?
“Want me to wait for Gene?” Dannie asked, after telling the owners that they needed to talk to them.
Ethan pointed.
“Somehow, he dispatched them.”
Dannie laughed.
“Is he a witch?”
That amused Ethan.
“Well, he is magical in bed,” he joked back, just overly excited Gene hadn’t been shot again, and that they’d managed to put space between themselves and the media frenzy.
Dannie didn’t have a comment for that, so he let it slide. Who was he to go there?
When Gene reached the door, Ethan opened it and then locked it behind him.
They watched the reporters get into their vehicles and head out, leaving the area outside of the building clear of riffraff.
“How did you get them to leave?” Ethan asked.
Gene grinned.
