“Why is he being arrested?” I demanded. “He didn’t do anything!”
“Take him downtown,” Henderson said. “He can’t be assaulting people.”
I shook my head in disbelief at the pure fucking nonsense of this entire situation.
“You’re fucking lucky I’m in cuffs, you piece of shit,” Anson snarled. “Useless! All of you pricks!”
The cops hauled Anson from the room. This was a shit show. The press had been camped outside this hotel for hours now, and they’d haul Anson right through the center of it. The stories would take off.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“Mr. Beyers,” Henderson continued, clearing his throat. “Can you please elaborate on your relationship with Bishop and with your… brother?”
“She is my wife. He is my brother. He takes my place in the spotlight because I don’t like to be front and center,” I snapped at him. “Is that enough elaboration for you?”
Henderson eyed me for a moment. “For now.”
I shook my head, irritated out of my mind. “You need to be looking for her, not questioning my family and me. She’s been stalked for weeks now. I’m sure you’ve seen it all in the news.”
“I have, but I like to be thorough.”
“You can be thorough and not be a cunt,” Klaus said matter-of-factly. “Let Anson go. He’s not the one you need to be arresting.”
Henderson stuck his notebook back into his jacket.
“Mr. Seeley, I know your history. I know the sorts of things you’ve been involved in with this city.”
Klaus straightened to his full height, and Henderson took a step back.
“Prove it,” Klaus said in a dangerous growl. “You don’t come in here and start throwing around accusations. I’ll have your job before you can get back to your shitty cruiser. Is that what you want,David?” A soft laugh came out of Klaus. “I bet I know more about you than you know about you. Tell me, how is your mother? Loretta. She still fucking Sam?”
Henderson visibly swallowed.
“Crooked. Your entire family,” Klaus continued, moving closer. “Crooked in this city gets punished.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“I’m promising you that you are fucking with forces beyond your control. Rosalie Bishop’s brother is Dante Church. Does that name ring a bell? Or how about Lorenzo De Luca? Dominic De Santis? The Carpenter? Are any of those names familiar?”
Henderson opened and closed his mouth several times, but no words came out.
“Get the fuck out on those streets and find Rosalie. If she isn’t found alive and well in the next twenty-four hours, I promise you that I will unleash hell on you as you’ve never seen before. If you believe the rumors you’ve heard about me, then you already know half of my capabilities. Release Anson. You press any kind of charges on him, and there will be hell to pay.”
“I’ll be in touch.” Henderson moved past Klaus, but Klaus reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Release Anson, or I’ll go to your wife and tell her about Fern. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
I had no idea who the hell Fern was, but it seemed to do the trick because Henderson babbled something quickly beforeKlaus released him. He scurried out of the room like his ass was on fire.
“Now what?” I asked.
“We do what we do best. We start taking down assholes. I hope you didn’t leave the mafia life too far behind, brother.”
I picked up my bat where I’d placed it on the coffee table and ran my hand down it.
“No,” I said softly. “I didn’t leave shit behind.”
“Good. Let’s go.” Klaus gestured for me to follow him, and I did, knowing only one thing.
