I gave her my guess if the bastard wasn’t shitfaced. “Or it was just a ploy to get you close enough to touch.”
She grimaced. “I hope I broke his arm.”
So did I.
“What’re the chances you’ll agree to stay back here and watch the cameras for the rest of the night?”
“I’ll stay back here until I check the cameras and get a clear shot of the man. But then I’m back out front.”
That was about what I figured.
Luna
The rest ofthe night was uneventful. I’d hoped patrol officers would come investigate—either actually or another one that was just for show. I’d kind of expected it, too. Only an absolute narcissist would file charges while thinking he could skate by with his own wrongdoings, but it happened more often than people would think. Even worse, somedidget away with it. It would’ve been a mess to deal with, but I’d happily do it since it would’ve meant getting the man’s name.
Since that didn’t happen, I’d texted Murdoch screenshots from the footage with a brief rundown of what happened.
Murdoch had pretty much dismissed it as a run-of-the-mill scumbag doing run-of-the-mill scumbag stuff, but he’d promised to look into it anyway.
It sounded awful to even think, but I hoped the perv had a history of getting handsy with bartenders that’d already landed him in our system. There was just something off about him and the situation. That level of brazenness didn’t just happen. And if it did? That was worse.
Because it would only escalate from there.
I should’ve been sleeping or packing, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t even gaming until the adrenaline wore off—something that rarely worked because gaming amped me up, but that was beside the point.
I was replaying the night to try to figure out what was poking at me. It very well might’ve just been the craziness bartenders and servers had to deal with on a nightly basis being viewed through cop eyes. But once my brain locked in on something, it was hard for me to let it go.
And by hard, I meant impossible.
My phone dinged to alert me of movement on a camera, and I loaded the footage to see Rhys walking toward my house.
Guess I’m not the only one unable to sleep.
Or not.
Catching his quick pace, I realized it was more than a social visit to check for mystery men or watch me take down a troop of aliens.
I opened the door before he even reached the steps. “What is it?”
“Got an alert from the security system at Rye. MayCo already called the cops.”
“Give me two seconds.”
He came in while I backtracked into the bedroom. I was in yoga pants that’d never seen a yoga studio and a sweater for bed, but they worked for leaving the house, so I didn’t waste time changing. Since the oversized top hid plenty, I did opt to secure my weapon in a waist holster rather than the ankle one I’d been using. I went back out into the living room to slide on my shoes and grab my phone. “Do you know what happened?”
“Someone got brick happy.”
Guess not so uneventful, after all…
“Son of a bitch,”Glitch bit out as he rapidly flicked through a multitude of views on the laptop he’d brought with him.
Each showed the same thing.
A partial view of whoever had painted obscenities on the brick exterior before rounding the building to shatter three windows.
Matthews and another detective were already on scene when we’d pulled up. Earlier in the night, I’d hoped for an investigation, but the answerless one left a lot to be desired. Not that it was their fault. There wasn’t a single thing to go on other than the man seemed to be average height and weight.
Actually, we couldn’t even say for certain it was a man. Whoever had been layered up with every inch of skin covered. It was probable their eyes were uncovered given the accuracy and levelof detail of the fluorescent penises painted out front, but we had no way to know for sure because their hat was pulled low and their head was always turned.
